Usually, my procrastination in life has not resulted in particularly much harm. And then there are times when my procrastination has resulted in irretrievable loss...

On the drive home tonight we passed a daycare center; it reminded me of a daycare I attended as a tot. It was in Champaign, Illinois, I think... "marble" floors, some wide stairs to the cafeteria? in the basement, gravel parking lot (playing Ring Around the Rosie), finger painting, the kid with the candy bracelet, ....

I've meant for years to write all these memories down and to ask my mom about them, to get her memories about my memories, because I have a lot of them from my early childhood.

...and then I remembered. My mother has frontal lobe dementia. She can't speak anymore. I can't ask her these things because she can't tell me about them anymore.


So now I just want to cry...