In place of fallen leaves, new foliage will necessarily grow. We are alive as long as someone remembers us. As long as you remember them, they will live in your mind.
In place of fallen leaves, new foliage will necessarily grow. We are alive as long as someone remembers us. As long as you remember them, they will live in your mind.
I wonder if with dementia, the idea of "you are dead to me" is as good as true. We each live in our own universe.