memory

Each time I visit my Dad I take him one of his old photo albums.   It helps to trigger off different memories.     
A photograph of his mother, sister and aunt slipped out as I handed him today's album.   He recognised his sister and remembered her name but had no recognition of his mother and aunt. 

His memories are like his old photographs, some blurred, some in sharp focus.

The old grey cells might be up the creek but he seems happy and is looking really well.