I will always remember Barbara as bright and sunny with a warm nature, who was sincerely interested in listening to others. Alzheimers is a cruel illness that robs people of their memories and personality but not their spirit. My heart goes out to Chiara and all the family at this sad time. Barbara will be missed, but she will be at peace now. I have shared a poem that I found comforting and that I hope Barbara would like. Sending lots of love and hugs to you all. Gail Do not stand at my grave and weep I am not there; I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow, I am the diamond glints on snow, I am the sun on ripened grain, I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning's hush I am the swift uplifting rush Of quiet birds in circled flight. I am the soft stars that shine at night. Do not stand at my grave and cry, I am not there; I did not die. poem by Mary Elizabeth Frye