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riding memory

riding memory

The time came when Mom and Dad needed full-time supervision. I hesitate to think it was simultaneous, because Mom seemed to have needed it before ever marrying Dad, but that’s a different story.

All that seemed to matter the afternoon of Christmas Eve 1985, was what Aunt Charlene had to say about finding Dad in the middle of the road, and Mom chasing after him. That was when we learned a dementia patient could unexpectedly turn into a daredevil. Mom was Evel Knieval, and Dad was her motorcycle. Neither of them realized their performance required a ramp.

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