Remember Who You Are



I recently ran across a storyline in a book that put a new and beautiful perspective on my dealings with Mom as she slips further and further away.


One of the characters in the book, Beaux, went to see an old police buddy of his who he had not seen for many years and found him in a nursing home with Alzheimer's. When he got there, the friend's wife was there feeding him; his buddy thought Beaux was his own younger brother. He didn't know his wife either, and Beaux said to her: "You visit every day even though he doesn't know who you are?&