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My husband was Zack Pierce. His dad, James Pierce, said his mom, Evelyn Pierce, had dementia and wanted her to move in with us so we could take care of her. I really didn't want to take Evelyn in, but Zack said, "Come on, Mom raised me. It wasn't easy for her." On the first day, Evelyn wet the bed three times. I tried not to gag as I changed the sheets. The next day, she spilled her food everywhere, and the soup ended up all over me. On the third night, around midnight, as I was changing her urine-soaked clothes, she suddenly grabbed my hand. Her eyes were suddenly lucid, and she quickly stuffed a cold key into my pocket. Then she pressed her lips to my ear and whispered in a tiny voice, "Don't make a sound. Look under the bed." I froze.