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Last weekend I went to visit my 94 year old mother at her retirement home in Peterborough Ontario. After wandering around her floor and greeting the various residents that I have come to know over the last few years, I found her sitting alone in a chair peering out of a window at the activity in the parking lot and street below her. I approached her with some trepidation wondering if this will be the day that she doesn’t recognize me. Once again I was overcome with relief and immediately sat down beside her after hearing my name and greeting me with her warm comforting smile and embracing hug. In her usual fashion, she began to inspect what I was wearing