May I Please Speak to John Parker?

With dementia, the rare moments of clarity can hit sporadically and sporadically. With my grams, I can feel her grasping to hold on to me. So it keeps me trying too. She forgets what day it is or where she is or if she had dinner, but she can always find some version of me. For a 95th birthday, I got my grams of journal with the hopes that she'd carry it around the house with her and write down things a little remembering. On one recent call, Gramm's began reminiscing about a train ride Me, her, and my mom took from Baltimore to Los Angeles when I was a toddler. And it was all clear