We have learned that, when dealing with a parent with memory loss, you will get asked the same questions over and over again. In Rosie’s case, she brings me the same pictures every week to ask me if I know who those people are. Usually they are pictures of her, my brothers and me. Sometimes I feel a bit irritated when she brings me the same pictures again, but then I quickly remember that she’s just trying to sort things out in her mind. She also brings me the same jewelry and the same clothes to ask if I’d seen them on her before. In some ways I do envy her the ability to have all things new each and every day, but I know when I see her tears that she’s frustrated with not knowing. I ask her several times a week if she knows who I am. The answers vary from “you’re my sister” to “you’re the mommy of the house” to just plain “no”. It breaks my heart but we try to make light of it, smile and giggle with her to let her believe that not knowing is no big deal to us. We don’t ever want her to feel like she has an illness that’s robbing her of precious memories. As long as we can keep her smiling, we feel like we are winning.