Namaste

Along the same lines as the last post, for this is a recurring theme....IB and I were discussing memory..she said she felt so sorry for the old people in the nursing homes who cannot remember their loved ones who come to visit.  The irony slapped me all over the place...we talked about how those "old people" may remember their kids, but only as kids, and may not understand that those kids have grown up... But the fact remains, the senior remembers the kid on the HEART level, regardless of age.
I taught IB the sanskrit word "Namaste".  "The light in me sees the light in you".  Age makes no difference. Names makes no difference.  Brain function makes no difference. The heart knows, and the heart remembers.  She loved the term, and asked me to write it down.  It sits on the kitchen table, where she can look at it every day.