“I’m living in this gray area where the rules of truth are irrelevant. Last night Dad thought the ambulances had come for my mom. She’s been dead for four years. A month from now he might not remember she ever existed. Why take the time he has left and force him to relive the bad stuff? With a handful of false memories, I can erase the horror. I can replace it with joy. I realize that makes me sound as if I have a God complex, but I’m just trying to get both of us through.