Memorable

I wrote about the dementia diagnosis my mom received a few months ago and it has already changed.  Reading what I wrote back then, I can feel where I was when I wrote it.  I was standing just to the side trying to be connected and wanting to say something useful.  I think this sort of diagnosis is for all of us, not only my mom.  The past ways of thinking and trying do fade out and we're left with now.  That's all we really ever wanted.  I mean, our souls and our bodies have always been fully present.  What are we remembering?