It is so hard to remember when he started to forget. It was subtle at first. A hurry off the phone. “Ok, gotta go, Bubby.” The careful reporting of the weather was a daily share. Something he knew he would not forget. Telling us about the care and keeping of the condo grounds. Which flowers were blooming. If they had removed the snow. He would look out …
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