:: carousel ::

She has dementia and has lost most of her memories. Sometimes things come back; sometimes they don't. Today she told me the same story six times. In a row. What I thought was a comma between two clauses was just a pause before she began the same sentence again, like a merry-go-round.

Today the person on her carousel was her great niece. Like many of the people in her life, this niece has been reduced to one fact: she (apparently) threw a party every year to raise money "for people who needed help."

I don't know what kind of help she gave people but I thought: if I had to be remembered in one story then that would be a good one. I'd ride that carousel.


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