Arouse the mind without
placing it anywhere.
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The day before my birthday, October 1,
I mentioned to Mom at her memory care home that the next day
was my birthday. She was upset she had nothing for me, but I assured her about this.
The following day when I arrived, that was waiting for me. My mom was a wonderful writer,
I’m a piker next to both my folks in this regard, they both wrote long letters to me in beautiful hands,
and got them from me, all our lives together. But dementia made it almost impossible for
my mom to write at all near the end, and I was told she labored over this,
with help, for over an hour. Water runs down my face
every time my eye falls on it.
