My mom lived almost 90 years. She was as sharp as a tack until the day she died. She did her own bookwork preparing everything for her tax advisors –to the point where they said they really did not have much to do! She lived in the home I grew up in, taking care of everything that needed to be done. As a retired nurse, she could still, with great knowledge, converse on the subject with my son who had gotten his Bachelor’s degree in nursing. And she remembered everything!.... …except one thing. Whenever we would bring something up where we, as children, had fouled up, she honestly could not remember what we were talking about. It was as if she had forgiven us and wiped them from her brain. She only saw us as her dear children –and only the good stuff as she honestly did not remember the bad stuff. It’s a pretty good way to live with those whom you love. It is a gift that God would give us with one another.
