They Didn’t Forget Us .. They Went Somewhere Else
Alzheimer’s and the Quiet Art of Time TravelThe first time my grandmother asked me where her mother was,I hesitated.Her mother had been dead for decades.But in that moment, she wasn’t dead.She was simply late.My grandmother wasn’t confused. She was certain. Calm. Almost relieved to be waiting for someone she loved.That was the moment I understood…