Solace in soul-recycling

[moonygoony]

I have long worried about my likely end of life ravaged by dementia. It started as a little girl, hearing my mom tell about ancient grandmothers and great-aunts who had been shut away to whittle out what was left of their days in asylums. Caring for my grandfather during his last summer intensified my fears. He often called me Ann, my mother's

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[sari_canary]

When I read the quotes where your mom is talking...I can really hear her in my head.

[sari_canary]

I'm gonna write you more later. I'm cleaning. But procrastinating.