On Sunday we celebrated my wife’s 95th birthday. We had balloons, we wore funny hats, and we had a cake with many candles. We were noisy and laughed a lot; we kissed her and caressed her fresh haircut. She sat quietly in her wheelchair, one of the caregivers helping her to small bites of cake. She played with one balloon, which popped. She did not notice. She looked around, not recognizing any of us. What was on her mind? What happened to all the memories stored in her brain? We do not know; she has dementia.
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