J and I are close in size.  We frequently share clothing and shoes.  Yesterday she asked me what size shoes her mother wore.  I am sad she does not remember.  I am sad when I think of Colleen's shoes, worn so unevenly because of her broken gait, her feet two different sizes, her left foot scarred from surgeries.  She used to break her toe on a regular basis because she refused to wear the brace that would prevent her toe from bending the wrong direction.  J cannot see these things behind her eyelids anymore.  She is forgetting.

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