Sacred Memories

I traded hats and took this photo a few years ago with my grandfather.

He is a man of God full of faith, has a wonderful sense of humor, and had a mind like a steel trap… before dementia, of which he’s suffered with for quite sometime.

He doesn’t know my grandmother anymore, Let alone anyone else, but we are still know him well. I live in Kansas City and he and my grandmother live in Indiana. When I see him, we remind him every 30 seconds who we are and what we’re doing here.

The mind is a fascinating complexity and it’s memories sacred.

If you could write one thing down for your 93-year-old self never to forget, what would it be?

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