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A fragment of the Garden of Remembering
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.