By the time I got my period, my mother didn't recognize me anymore.
This disease is taking her farther from me than she has ever been, and the simple, sorrowful truth is that she will never turn back, she will never turn toward home. The harbor itself is gone.
My dad doesn’t always remember what I tell him, I often find myself repeating things, and yes, one day I may show up and he won’t remember my name.
It started small. Forgetting words, getting turned around when driving, repeating stories. Initially, it seemed like stress -- and my mom was very good at playing it off.