Today is my first post. I have looked on here many times to seek comfort in dealing with dementia. My mum went into a care home September she lived with me and my husband for two years but in July / August there was a rapid decline and we reached crisis point where a home was the only option. I visited today in lockdown and had a conversation through a window. Her initial greeting was ‘what do you want- I’ll get someone’ shouted for a carer. I went on to explain I was Jen and had come to see her. Her look was blank... she said don’t know and then continued to have a conversation with herself. I tried desperately (probably too much) for her to engage and was desperate for her to realise who I was as though I was prolonging the inevitable. The weird thing is I knew this was coming. For a long time Mum had mixed me up with various other relatives but today she said she didn’t have a daughter - that really touched a nerve that The reality being I had lost my mum just that little bit more ....