Memory, it's a funny thing. People want to believe they are what they choose to remember. The good stuff. The moments. The places. The people we all hold on to. But sometimes... sometimes we are what we wish we could forget.
Madness string 95374
My mom can be belligerent, but she does not have racist outbursts. For this I am thankful. Because there is nothing you can do. She does not recognize me anymore. Last visit she read the same 2-sided newsletter over and over for 90 minutes. Every story was brand new to her. Frankly, I am surprised she is so pleasant. I can see, feel her grasping for a reference point to anchor herself to. They all slip away. It must be so frustrating.