Mum’s dementia

Looking back, it wasn’t the greatest idea. The care home had warned me that my mother was just days from dying. Agitation was robbing her of sleep and so I decided I would sit with her through the night. 

Mum was at the end of a decade-long battle with dementia. At times, the fog lifted and she was coherent. But then the confusion would return; she didn’t recognise me; sometimes she would actually complain about m