So I have this lingering fear that we will get to the point where my mom only remembers songs I hate. I know it’s crazy, but case in point, I had “Unchained Melody.” Really hate it. Always have. It goes too slow. I hate it so much that I almost started hating pottery because of that scene in the movie “Ghost.”

What I have found is that it really doesn’t matter if all she remembers are the songs I hate, because when she is singing them, I’m not worried about what I like or don’t like, I’m really just focused on how happy my mom is in that moment, and everything else just falls away.