My mom, my cousin Crystal, my Aunt Rae and I went out for lunch.
My Aunt Rae has dementia. It’s just starting but it’s scary. She hears one word and says a sentence that has nothing to do with what we are talking about.
I tried to be extra patient with her and talk about when her daughter and I were kids.
It was hard. She’s a stubborn woman and she gets mad if you don’t see it her way. How she remembers it.
These lunches are often hard, but I show up. It’s not my aunts fault.
This time it was a good lunch.
Sad but good.