Beep Beep.

I bought a set of beepers and put one on her keys and the other in her purse. I keep the third. That way I can always track down her keys and purse when she can’t find them. Which is just about every day. Sometimes twice. Tonight it was as I was falling asleep and she called me because someone has stolen her purse. Beep Beep. It was right where she hung it in the closet — not that she remembers doing that.
Her brain scan shows moderate to severe atrophy.
She hugs me a lot. Tells me that I’m her beautiful daughter. Thanks me often for what I do for her. Begs me not to leave her.
She doesn’t realize how fast I have to run just to keep up. Beep. Beep.

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