The rain sounds so good. I hope it is still raining when I go to sleep. That is the best music to sleep to: rain. It has rained on and off all day. I have had the window open behind Mom’s bed so she can listen to it too. I talk to her about all… [Read More]
Roses are healing: a story of remembrance
When mom and I got out of the car, at the Antique Rose Emporium* it was as if she shed her dementia and I forgot all about it. We wandered into a timeless, and for us, almost mythical place. Roses are healing. She walked, smiling, down the lovely rose-lined paths with her now faltering steps,… [Read More]
