Last night at work, I was assisting a lady with dementia. Usually she's lucid enough to have a conversation, so I thought I'd strike one up about her past career as a nurse.
She said she worked just around the corner - she isn't even from my town - and was going to tell me how much she loved it when... she started to ramble about Christmas oranges.
I think of all the people I've met, all the people I will meet, and I can't help but think that I'll be overflowing with stories by the time I'm a senior. But sometimes, life is cruel and takes away those memories. I can't image what it would be like to have helped so many people in their sickest times, yet not being able to remember a single moment.
D.
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