Last night I decided to watch a couple of hours footage of my mom that I'd taken 11 years ago when she was sick and I'd moved back to Memphis. At that point she was 55, and already 5 years into some sort of early dementia. I had been afraid to watch it up until now. It turned out to be such a gift to see all the moments that we shared and the ways in which she communicated - mainly with her eyes and with her smile - amidst the search for words.
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