How to tell time.

What she had for dinner.

The house she lived in for thirty-four years, where she raised her children.

The names of her grandchildren … or even that she has grandchildren.

Whether it’s morning or night.

What she just said, three minutes before.

What she just heard me say, thirty seconds before.

And lots of other things. As she forgets, I grieve over losing parts of her.

But sometimes she remembers again, and I get confused. Have I lost her, or haven’t I? Alzheimer’s may be decimating my mom’s brain, but it’s messing around with my mind, too.