Mam and dad came round this afternoon. Mam sat down and had a cuppa and a couple of biscuits, and we 'chatted' while dad and my hubby talked about some electrical stuff. I showed her some school photos from when the kids were little and she enjoyed looking at them, although she didn't know who they were. We even had a bit of a song, singing 'My Old Man Said Follow the Van' and laughed at the end when none of us could remember the last couple of lines . All in all it was a lovely visit, she was pleasant, calm, stayed sitting the whole time, and 'joined in' in her own way. Dad was amazed because apparently she'd been an absolute nightmare all day right up until they came in. So I was happy. But I'm also sad, because even on a very good day, my mam will never ever be the way she used to be, will she? Today was the best it's ever going to get, and even though it was nice, it hurts. It hurts so much. I know you will all understand just what I mean.