Dear Wigleaf,

The washcloths my grandmother gave me are the same ones my grandfather used in hospice.

Or, more aptly, the same ones the nurses used to bathe him.

I realized this, this morning.

His name is written on the tag—alongside his room number—just in case, I assume, the nurses forgot who he was or forgot where they were.

Is forgetting a symptom of grief or healing?

I am not writing this from the shower, by the way, although I've yet to get dressed. I'm having trouble recognizing my hands as my own.

Sending love,
djh