My mum has Dementia. She is experiencing profound difficulties with the way her brain and memory work. She time travels, desperately trying to locate herself in the here and now, at other times profoundly sometime else. When I am with her, it is as if the present is crumbling away and falling in on itself, quite literally. Alzheimer's is destroying the structures of her brain and giving way to a direct default replaying of past events, roles, responsibilities, experiences and sensibilities. She is herself, through her past experiences. I love her and I can’t grieve for her yet. She is still present in the past, living in a reconstruction of the past, that is growing out the ruins of now. I w

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