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A Sorrow Cloaked with Anger

ABSTRACT This article represents a personal essay on the sorrow experienced by my mother and me over a period of nearly 50 years. I first describe the sorrow of losing Mom to Alzheimer's disease and how the protracted stress of her illness has affected negatively my relationship with family members. I then draw parallels between my sorrow and that experienced by my mother in response to watching her son be marginalized by society because of mental retardation. Finally, I explore the anger that is born out of clinging to the fantasy of what might have been.