In the 1980s, my mother asked me to make a promise to her. “Dorian, if I become like my mother, I want you to take me to the desert, let me out of the car, let me walk away, and then you drive away. Do you hear me?” Mom said. I nodded my head, acknowledging her request.
A little context: Mom’s mother – my grandma -- lived for about 10 years with undiagnosed dementia. Grandma was already suffering memory loss when she moved in with us after Grandpa died. I was gone to college by that...
