“There’s nothing wonderful about being 104.” My mother was calling from Lauderhill where she lives at Forest Trace, a senior citizens residence. “You keep telling me there is and I say, No. There is nothing whatsoever wonderful about being a little old lady who everyone thinks has ‘lost it.’”
“You haven’t ‘lost it,’ mom, quite the contrary.”
“That’s your opinion. Mine is different. And I’m old enough to know when someone has lost it. And that includes me. Why just this morning I couldn’t remember where we lived in Brooklyn.”
