Sometimes Grandma spoke of her loss of memory. “It’s so awful, never being able to find things,” she would say, looking out the window and letting the tears roll down her cheeks. “Debbie, it’s no fun to be old.”
Sometimes Grandma spoke of her loss of memory. “It’s so awful, never being able to find things,” she would say, looking out the window and letting the tears roll down her cheeks. “Debbie, it’s no fun to be old.”