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Its not the goodbye that hurts, but the flashbacks that follow． My mother suffered with Alzheimers disease （老年痴呆症） during her last fifteen years． Until then she had been a bright, 3 woman deeply interested and involved in the world around her． I would go home to visit her in Virginia and she would look at me in a（an） 3 way and ask, Who are you？ I would answer, Im your son． Where do you live？ She would ask． In California, I would tell her． Isnt that interesting, she would say, i have a son in California． My name had 3 my mother completely． She seemed 3 forgetful and confused at the beginning of the disease, but later on she would 40 periods of sharp anxiety． She would through the house she had lived in most of her life, crying uneasily that she wanted to go home, or she would leave home and wander away if she was not 42 for a short time． Hoping to please her and put her mind , I would take her for a drive, visiting sites where she had lived as a 44 ． In the yard of the hillside house in Shipman I sat in the car and 4the view of the old oaks and long green lawn． I could 4 my mother there as a little girl Playing with the pet lamb she had been so fond of． I looked to her for some 4 , but she just shook her head and said, I want to go home． Over the years I have decided that what my mother was calling home was not a 4 , but a time． I suspect it was a time when she was much 4 , when her children were still underfoot, when her husband was still energetic and considerate． Watching my mothers suffering set me to what I would have in mind if someday I couldnt find 51 and wanted to go there． In this family we tend to be long lived and we grow fuzzy（模糊的）minded as the years go by． At eighty I have already noticed some symptoms．My doctor says the forgetfulness is only and that it comes with age． Still the of Alzheimer is haunting（萦绕） in my mind． Someday if and when I become even cloudier minded t