Forgetting Might Be The Worst Thing...

My delightful sister-in-law inspired me to start a blog about random thoughts. I enjoy reading hers so maybe she will enjoy reading mine too.

Lately I've been reading I Know Why The Caged Bird Sings by Maya Angelou. Call me dense, but I didn't know it was a biography at first. I was also irritated by the description on the back of the book. It led the unknowing potential reader to think that she was attacked by a man, not sexually molested and then raped. When I see the word attack I think of something different I guess. That irritated me because it caught me by surprise. The whole scene in the book was well written and fairly graphic. It disturbed me, but I was delighted in the end to have the perpetrator meet a rightful doom.

My mom stopped by on her way back from Arkansas where she visited my grandma. My poor grandma has late onset Alzheimer's. Mom says she's getting pretty bad and she's worried about her. I am too. It's so hard to have her living so far away, and there's really no one down there who can take care of her. My mom's younger sister is in worse shape than grandma (she lives in Arkansas too). It's so sad. It sounds like time will only make it worse too. She will eventually be unable to remember who she is or who any of her family are. It breaks my heart. I don't know if I would want to live without my memory. What would be the point?