My mother, Edie, passed away in December. As I sit down to write this post, memories of her flood my mind. First and foremost, my mother was generous and kind. She loved me unconditionally and was always there for me throughout my life, and when she was diagnosed with a rare atypical form of Parkinsonism, I knew that I had to be there for her and my father. It was a challenging road at times, but I knew it was a path I had to take.