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Dementia
You said to me;
"Do you remember where, dear? I must have placed it somewhere." I leaned away as you spoke (you are becoming hard of hearing, I guess we all have to die sometime). I put my hand, down, on your leathery, brown hand (what a tan you have!) and caressed your gnarled fingers gently. "Right behind you, Grandma." I say loudly, into your ear and you relax, ever so slightly, as the panic flees from your chest.
"Thank you, my love"
"Love you too, Grandma"
"Do you remember where, dear? I must have placed it somewhere." I leaned away as you spoke (you are becoming hard of hearing, I guess we all have to die sometime). I put my hand, down, on your leathery, brown hand (what a tan you have!) and caressed your gnarled fingers gently. "Right behind you, Grandma." I say loudly, into your ear and you relax, ever so slightly, as the panic flees from your chest.
"Thank you, my love"
"Love you too, Grandma"
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