I do not want to say the words, “I’m Kathi, I’m your daughter” ever again. Over and over again non stop never ending. And I know I’m supposed to be sad about never being anyone’s daughter, and that someday my mother will stop speaking, and that there are countless people who would give their voicebox to speak to their mother again. But my reality right now like it or not is that the repetition is killing me a whole lot faster than the dementia is killing my mom. You don’t have to like…