Remembering and Forgetting

The past few months I have been reading  Mom's Letters to her family from her missions to Mexico City and Guatamala.  I have  found such inspiration and comfort from her words.  I can see her and hear her talking to me.  I almost feel like these letters were written for me NOW, not when she actually wrote them.  Kind of like the scriptures.  

I have been impressed to compile & transcribe these letters into book form so that they can be shared with the generations of her family.  This is a labor of love that is daunting and yet immensely satisfying to me.

Because of Mom's dementia, I have been obsessed with the beauty and pain of remembering and forgetting.   I am fascinated by the things that she remembers at the end of her life, and also what it all means now that she has  forgotten people and details that once seemed so important.  

Mom is a great person that has affected countless peoples lives for good.  Although the Mom I once knew is gone, the things that are important to her remain:  God, Family, Missionary Work. Its amazing how these priorities in her life seep through and still permeate her thoughts.  It shows me that her commitment to the gospel is so deep that even dementia can't take it away.