And it was this moment, when she softly called my sister’s name. After months, weeks, of silence or conversation... she knew her. That one word held so much weight. It reminded us that even in the fog of dementia, love still lingers somewhere underneath. With dementia, you brace yourself for the day they forget your name. Then your siblings. Then even themselves. There are days she looks at us like strangers. Days where familiar faces bring no recognition. That kind of forgetting... it aches in ways I can’t explain. These are the tiny miracles that keep us going. This project is for every caregiver who’s holding onto hope, grace, and glimpses of the person they once knew. #dementiaawareness #oldestdaughter #caregivingjourney #adulting