« You brought yellow flowers, » she said softly. « I like yellow. »
She smiled at me like I was a stranger. Some days, I was.
Mom had been diagnosed with early-onset dementia two years earlier.
She smiled at me like I was a stranger.
I’d learned to take the good moments without asking for more.
Some days she called me by the dog’s name.
Some days she called me nothing at all and just held my hand.
« How is Nessie? » she asked. « The wedding is soon. »