the spirit is unbroken…
little tobin: jes, it’s you?
daughter: yup, it’s me mom…
little tobin: (inching her face close to mine) don’t be afraid, ok?
-okay cut me open and rip out my heart now, why don’t cha!-
(dementia will never kill her loving, caring, compassionate spirit… it may have taken her life, her mobility, the majority of her memories… but her core will always be there, continually looking out for others… a true testament to the woman & mother she is and always will be…)