13 Later, but first . . .George F Will ?!

My grandfather and both of my parents were shrunk to shadows by the time they shuffled off. My mother was reduced to less than an infant--she couldn't talk, smile, move.

This is one of the most elegant pieces I've read about the people lost in dementia and what we survivors owe their memories. I don't always read GFW and I don't ever remember thinking holy cow, thank you, Mr. Will. I did this morning. I read it in bits and pieces but in the end, the article feels like a blessing. A mitzvah.

Released from Aging, Restored to Clarity.


  1. Wow.

    That was a beautiful essay.

    Thanks for posting it.


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