Found this sweet video from a Mother’s Day a few years ago ❤️ Before dementia began to dim the spark in her eyes. She’s still here, and I’m so grateful for that. But I’d be lying if I said I didn’t miss the version of her that lit up every room… the one who always asked if I had eaten, who worried if I looked too thin, who made the world feel safe just by being in it. People often ask why I don’t share her much anymore. Yes, she’s still alive. Yes, she can still speak. But she’s no longer the same. Confused. Disoriented. Not always sure where she is or who I am. And the proud, elegant woman I knew wouldn’t want to be remembered this way. So I choose this moment. This smile. This version of her that feels like home. Because #dementia can take memories, but it can’t touch the love. It can’t erase who she was. Happy Mother’s Day, Nonna. You’re still everything.