It occurs to me that life oftentimes gives us a glimpse into the future. The purpose of these momentary visions is unknown to me. My guess is they are opportunities to let us learn and prepare for what may come.
With Aunt Gerry we were given a glimpse into Grandma Wren’s future. Now, as Grandma Wren begins to need full time care I don’t doubt that the plauging thought, “Could this be us?” has entered your minds.
This letter is to definitively answer that question.
No.
I promise your futures will be different. I promise not to be scared of difficult conversations. I promise to poke my nose into how you are taking care of yourselves. I promise to kick you out of bed and make you get dressed. I will drag you out to see rose gardens, taste wines, and to make you LIVE until you can no more. I promise not to let any sentimentality over objects outweigh your best interests. I promise to be the smart ass daughter you raised me to be; and to be her with respect for you. I will not let you abandone yourselves to a darkening mind.
And if the dreaded day ever comes when you forget me; I will remember you.
All my love,
Jess
Jess Boctor 
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