" Why does she have to slowly lose herself until there’s nothing left? What cruel twist of fate handed Mom this? I imagine a large emery file in her brain, slowly grating away at her memories.
The words of Mom’s written prayer in ’77 come back to me,
‘Whatever unknown path is ahead, I pray that you will walk it with me. "

― Jenny Knipfer , Under the Weeping Willow (Sheltering Trees #2)