I’ve spent the last few minutes staring at this:
It’s the photo which sits on this site. It was taken a few short years before dementia took its stranglehold. Looking at it, I find it hard to remember that the lady in the photo is the same person I visited today.
Earlier, I’d been to see Mum’s cousin Pam. We reminisced about the past and enjoyed the emotional connection which binds the happiest of families. I think that’s what I miss most in my visits to see Mum. Living solely in the present isn’t all it’s cracked up to be.