[ WP ] An only son takes his mother on an epic road trip before Alzheimers takes her memory away completely .

`` Take my picture, Ron.'' She said holding a pancake at a dive in Iowa, just like she had in front of the grand canyon, with the dancers in Las Vagas, at LAX, and with every meal she had eaten in between. Snap. 
 
 `` Now a picture of yourself.'' I turned the phone around and took a selfie with my breakfast, just as I had done at the golden gate bridge, the coast of Oregon, Yellowstone National Park, and every other stop that my mother and I had made. I noticed over the past few weeks that a haze had began to claim more and more of her memory, but every fight she had inside of her was arm wrestling Alzheimers. 
 
 We drove three hours back to our hometown, listening to oldies on the radio and getting all the lyrics wrong. I did n't want to think about what would happen when this disease had taken every bit of her away from me, leaving only her body. Although, I could n't help it. I dropped her off at home, kissing her and giving her the camera filled with our adventure. 
 
 Two weeks later, I knocked on her door. A call from her nurse about her rapid declination terrified me. When I saw her, she looked at me quizzically. `` Hi, do you know who I am?'' I asked trying not to cry. 
 
 `` Of corse.'' She smiled, `` Your the man from the photographs.'' She motioned to a wall full of selfies I had taken on our vacation. 
 

