Music is powerful. Think of one song that you turn to time and again, and describe why it’s important to you.
My grandmother had Alzheimer’s Disease. I don’t have a great many memories of her when she was healthy. I have a glimpse of a memory of when she was tending me once and she killed a spider. I thought she was the bravest woman in the world because she said she was terrified of spiders. I have a whisper of a memory of her calling me her “little rascal”. But a very soft and quiet memory sometimes comes to mind. If I close my eyes and listen tightly to the cobwebs tapping the windows in my mind, I can hear her singing, “You are my sunshine, my only sunshine…”
Grandma, who died when I was 19 and I never knew her, “you’ll never know dear, how much I love you,” but I collect the memories as I do treasures.