I walked outside to get the mail today. When I came back in, my 89 year old mom, who has Alzheimer’s looked at me and asked, “Are you my son?”
I smiled and said “Yes. Are you my mother?”
She smiled, and said “That was the
name of your favorite book when you were really young.”
We used to read “Are You My Mother” back in the mid 1970s.
Alzheimer’s is full of surprises.