"By and by she cleared out her room, the same way she had cleared out her house. Or she walked between things never touching them. Only sometimes did she stop midway and had a notion of what she was missing. The things she then searched for were in eerie disproportion to the things she had actually lost.
I had assumed that my mother's personality would always stay the same until the very end."
from Okaasan. Meine unbekannte Mutter ("Okaasan. My unknown Mother") by Milena Michiko Flašar (2010, Residenz Verla; my translation)