We lost my grandmother to this awful disease. She couldn’t remember my name, when I asked her who I was but she looked at my 2 year old daughter and she said, “Why you’re her mother!” I still cry when I think about it. Remember the good times.
“Why you’re her mother!” I still cry when I think about it.
Awww.
Yes, how can I ever forget the good times? He made so many of them happen.