Ann Brown's moving essay about her father's memory loss includes this passage:
"I got up early the next day with him to make breakfast and get him settled. He assured me that he was capable of doing this himself and that I shouldn’t get up just to take care of him, but I couldn’t sleep late even if I wanted to. My brain was on high alert, like when I had newborn babies. And I didn’t trust his breakfast choices ever since I had seen what he made himself: half a bagel with cream cheese and jelly, topped with all his cardiac medications, sprinkled with M&Ms to cut the bitter taste of the meds."
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