I was the second of three to be born; the only winter baby. Her guinea pig, always on hand for taste-testing new recipes before family dinners. The last to remain at home while the eldest and youngest found marriage and families of their own. Hockey nights in Canada shared over a bowl of popcorn, duets in the kitchen to a crooning Conway Twitty, and giggle-filled movie nights.
Twenty-three of 29 years spent under the same roof while her other sons could hardly be bothered to come home. And still when the dementia stole her moments, mine was the first name forgotten.
Ah, indeed great story resonates with me. Keep on writing
I can feel his sadness…
Poignant.
Sad but well written and poignant story. Good work.
Touching.
Nicely done!
Heartbreaking!
This will resonate with anyone who has lost loved ones to dementia.
Rings true. It is so sad.
keep writing , brings back memories
A writer’s job is to capture the Reader, stir emotion and create a dialogue…Job well done!
Poignant and powerful. I enjoyed this!
Chapeau…
This is beautiful, and the title helps ground it as well.
Excellent and so bittersweet. Well Done!
Really poignant
Beautiful and heartbreaking all at the same time. Well done!
Wow… such a powerful story!