Alzheimer's is a despicable disease, taking our loved ones a piece at a time. My stepmom has it, and my dad has some dementia. Sometimes it is like the weight of the oceans is sitting square upon my heart. I have some idea how hard this is for you, Marc, and want you to know that I am praying for you to have the strength to carry through with all the tasks before you. It seems unending, snowballing as the months tick by.
I try, though it is hard, to disassociate myself from what I am doing, so as to not take personally all the barbs that lance my spirit, the constant demands and seemingly no-win situations. Give yourself some slack that it won't be done perfectly, because we ain't perfect. And yes, you do need to go stump-shooting or just find a pretty place to sit and see the beauty of God's works, to remind yourself that life is indeed good. I always feel a little guilty, knowing that there is something else that I should be doing, but getting beaten down every day without relief will burn you out and make you weaker at what you HAVE to do. And time will lead you to a release from your burden. The great lady who raised you and nurtured your loves is not the burden, but the disease is a sucker-of-life, and a heavy one.
I wish I could rub the stress from your shoulders and put a bow in your hand, but you are way down there and I am way up here, so see what solution you can find locally and take heart in that you have many friends here and at home, and of course, the One who loves you most of all, for He called you forth to walk this stony path.
Killdeer