Losing my mother to dementia in my 40s deepens my understanding of my existence as a 'sorrow baby', a connection to both loss and love.
My mother's connection to my grandmother's death and my birth created an invisible thread, linking our lives in profound ways that I now understand.
While my siblings were teenagers when I arrived, I developed a unique bond with my mother, guided by laughter and shared experiences that kept her youthful.
The joy of singing and dancing together, as well as our shared ice cream weekends, highlights a cherished, carefree connection formed in my childhood.
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