The conversations are weird…often repetitive, piercingly painful. “I’m Kelly, your daughter. Remember, Mom?” But Mom forgets. “Who is that?” she asks pointing to a photograph. “That’s your mom. You used to tell me about baking bread with her. Remember, Mom?” But Mom forgets. Actually, there’s not much Mom remembers anymore. She has forgotten herself, herContinue reading “Forgetting Doesn’t Nullify”
