Before I forget. We all forget. When your grandsons came to stay in your apartment. You slept together on the floor 川になって。Happiness. When you were moving into your apartment, Ken came over to help with packing. You told me over the phone. He liked the card I sent you with origami birds? It's about time Ken gets his mother to himself. We were both alone, she said. And they got along well. Ken was terribly mistreated by his father and ironically they were alike, she said. If you found a printout of Ken's obituary, it was me. Toshiko couldn't remember when he passed.
We met at a cafe in Meadowbank shopping mall few times. Couple of hours chat over coffee, you liked dry mango. Toshiko was still driving. On our last appointment, you didn't turn up. I texted you and you replied ok. But you never came and I was mad for wasting bus fare. I didn't know what dementia was let alone connecting that with you was beyond my imagination. I knew no mutual friend and drifted apart. I'm so sorry.
Next time, I would happily be your Genie in a bottle and turn up when you need me. Keep you company, remind you of things, were you too tired? Thank you for being so good to me. No one can emulate you. You are a superhero!! Godspeed, Toshiko san.

