It was sometime in 2012 and I was driving the long stretch from San Antonio to the Rio Grande Valley to visit my sister. And thinking, always thinking.
It was a lonely ride. My mother was in the last years of her life and was sleeping in the passenger seat next to me. Her mind and body already long-suffering the effects of dementia .
Her doctor had stopped using “Alzheimer’s disease” to talk about her health. He saw how those words affected both of us…