Perpetual Motion

Cynthia Day had a lot on her mind. Doctors had found a vascular malformationĀ in her brain. Doctors told her it was nothing to worry about. In the back of her mind she did worry. Her Grandfather had the exact vascular formation in his posterior fossa, and she wondered if this was the cause of hisContinue reading “Perpetual Motion”

A Portrait of Dementia

Cynthia Day held her Grandfather’s hand as he spoke. She knew that he would one day forget her name, or that they even had this conversation. “I am just going to enjoy this moment as long as I can,” her Grandfather said. “Me too. Grandpa, I love you.” “I love you so much too, dearContinue reading “A Portrait of Dementia”