She gently smoothed my hair and ran her cool hand over my face. She spoke softly, saying "It's nice" and other words which didn't really make sentences, yet were comforting to hear.

As a child I had many earaches and she would have a heating pad under my head as I laid my head on my Mother's lap. When we were in church, I would sometimes get restless, as most small children do. I laid my head in my Mother's lap, she'd smooth my hair and run her cool hands over my face.

Even though she can't remember my name or her words don't always make sense anymore, I cried knowing she still remembered how to be my Mother when I laid my head in my Mother's lap.