The heart and the head

Marie had left her Normandy to come and work in the grayishness of Paris. It only took a phone call for everything to change.
Arrived in Honfleur, Marie smiled when she saw the half-timbered building. His memories were jostling. She found her mother sitting in the living room, her eyes clear. She slowly approached, took his hands and waited for the time to remember. Beatrice looked at her daughter, then finally she smiled in turn.
Her mother's memory had faded so quickly. Beatrice was often elsewhere and Marie could no longer communicate with her. Beatrice's gradual oblivion was erasing her personality traits but also her memories. He devoured everything in his path, despite everyone's efforts.
After dinner, Marie went upstairs to put her things away. She had moved into her old room. Marie trembled when she discovered an envelope stuck under the bed. It had never been posted and probably even forgotten.
The noise made her jump.
Marie took her mother's arm to help her up. She was so fragile. Marie helped her put on her nightgown. And combed her hair. Her mother had her eyes half closed and was smiling.
-I've done your hair so many times. Life has a lot of humor to remind us that everything is just starting over.
They exchanged a long look filled with tenderness.
-Can you help me lie down please?
-Of course mom, can I get near you? Do you remember our readings in two voices? I loved it so much.
She slipped close to her mother and hugged her gently. Beatrice picked up a book and they began to read aloud together. One page each. The air was happy. When happiness and love has been present, it does not fade away. His trace exists forever. Illness can make us forget words and names, but happy moments are always there.
Constantly Beatrice seemed to go back and forth between her present and past happiness. Knowing that we are forgetting prompts us to appreciate the importance of moments.
When Marie woke up, no sound was coming from the house. She understood. The cold air coming from outside grabbed her. She entered the next room.
Beatrice's face was smiling yet the monster who nibbled at her a little more each day had carried her away that night. In a whirlwind of serenity and enveloped in love, she was gone.
Marie walked over and let her tears fall. She took her mother's letter:
"My darling, These few words are too hard to say to you, so give me the ease to write them to you." You've grown so much … And I grew up because of you. We have led many adventures and trips. The best moments of my life are the ones we shared with you and me. Although they may fade from my memory, they are forever etched deep in my heart. Your first words were for me. I will not forget those sweet moments together. I wish they never ended. I love you mom "