She used to say
“I’m as changeable as the wind.”
Did she ride the air
In brightly colored wings?
Oh to do just that.
Yesterday I spent part of the day with my 93 year old aunt who has memory that roams. She thinks she has to care for her mom who died over 40 years ago but she can't remember she ordered a hamburger 3 minutes ago. I return her to her home and she says who lives here. It must be confusing to think like she does. She has her logic most of the time and knows what won't work. She doesn't have the right time zone. It is sad to watch when I remember the capable woman she was.
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