"And all of a sudden, cold air ran straight up my crotch. My pants had fell to the ground, belt and all!" Daddy slapped his titanium-replaced knee and hooted his amusement as family members around his straight-backed chair cracked up. I belly-laughed. He wasn't lying. Me, him, and Mama, rushing up to the front doors… Continue reading [daughter chronicles] Slice 3: Living with Vascular Dementia when you don’t have it.
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