Well, what sticks in my mind most about this day is not the flawless flight to Seattle (I was bumped up to first class), nor the pleasure of seeing my daughters and the camaraderie of family around the table and the fun of playing Canadian Salad.
What sticks in my mind most about this day is that I forgot the dang shower gift.
All those little garments, stretchy and comfy and boyish, made in Holland, wrapped in tissue, still sitting on my bedroom floor, near the closet door.
Behind the irritation and embarrassment, behind the apologies made and the self-deprecating remarks, lies the thought of Alzheimer's. Ten years ago it wouldn't have occurred to me. But now that I'm 60....
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