This is my sister-in-law, Caroline Kelsey Paul. We were sixteen-year-old brides together, trying to grow up fast and learn how to be wives and mothers. We raised our children together through potty-training, trick-or-treat, and tempestuous teens. We became grandmothers together, then great grandmothers. I held her hand when her husband, my brother, passed away.
I held her hand again, this Easter Sunday, guided her away from the crowded room of strangers who made her uneasy. She doesn’t recognize many people now, but she still knows me. No one can say how long that will last, but I treasure her sweet smiles and hugs while it does.
D is for Dementia.