“Am I 90 Yet? Mom asked. I heard those words many times the last year of mother’s life. My mother’s memory was fading. Nevertheless, she was still sharp in certain areas, for example; remembering her standing Saturday morning hair appointment, biweekly manicure or that I was too slow in picking up her dry cleaning. On our weekly luncheon outings I would choose restaurants that she had always enjoyed and that were familiar to her. One of her favorites was a cozy Chinese restaurant nestled inside a strip shopping center. Before dementia set in, it was typical for her to […]
