I do realise how lucky I was re mam’s dementia. I know how personalities can change & she was very suspicious of dad for quite a while. But I was blessed that when she sought refuge she came to me. Towards the end she often mistook me for a cousin of hers, but the way she always greeted me with a huge smile and a hug meant the world to me. As an aside the staff in the home said she talked about me all the time, which was a great comfort. She thought of me as someone safe & who loved her, I could ask no more than that .
Miss her so much
x