It is with a heavy heart that I say that my mother's memories are slowly deteriorating.

Just tonight, at around 11.30, my mother struggled to remember what she had done throughout the day. Simple things seemed to slip away from her. She could not clearly recall who she had been with, where she had gone, or what she had done. She tried to remember where she had placed the money a customer had given us as payment for their orders. Until now, we have not found it, and we have decided to wait until tomorrow to search again.

Another thing I noticed was that she repeated questions she had already asked, questions that we had already answered. Things a mother would ask, like have you eaten yet? have you brushed your teeth? have you showered? things like that. It would be about one or two hours from her questioning it the first time, that she would question it again afterwards.

She was worried. Worried that the money might be somewhere unsafe, and worried that her forgetfulness was to blame. She kept blaming herself for it. I don't want to blame her for it. I kept on trying to comfort her, but she had put so much stress on it.

My mother is 52 years old. It is painful to see her like this. She is afraid that this could be the beginning of dementia later in life. I am not ready for her to forget me. I still have so much of my life ahead. I want her to see me go to college, to see me get married, to see me have children. At the very least, I want her to witness most of my life, and not miss out on the moments that matter.

I do not want to be pessimistic. But many people regret ignoring the signs and receiving a diagnosis too late. I do not want that regret to become mine. I want to be aware. I want to understand. And if the circumstances are inevitable, then I want to use that knowledge wisely. I want to spend the best days I can with her, even if those days may one day fade from her memory.

I want to serve her for as long as she remembers who I am, who we are, and everything we have lived through together. I want her to know, while she still can, how much she means to me and how much she has done for my life.

And if one day she forgets me, let it be known here that I devoted my life to her.

My dear Princess Diana.

(refined with chatgpt because I can't type right)