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The good old days

December 25, 2014

My Mum’s not well and I’ve been visiting her frequently during the holidays.

Her Alzheimers has left her unable to walk or sit up for any length of time. She can barely talk, remembers very little and can’t really communicate.

I visited her on Christmas eve: In a darkened room, laying on the very edge of her bed, with Christmas songs from a CD player lulling her softly. Her eyes were open and she was staring blankly across the room.

The only time she smiled was copying me as I laughed out loud after reminding her she used smoke, talk on the telephone and breastfeed, all at the same time.

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