It's Mothers Day soon & part of me is dreading it. We're off to see the Muppets which will be fab but it's sad that mum doesn't realise she's my mum. She thinks we're taking her just because we're being nice. It's awkward sometimes when folk ask if she's my mum and while I say yes, she looks at me like I'm a nutter! I call her Pat a lot now to side step the confusion.
Is having a mum who doesn't know who you are worse than not having your mum?
Both are crap.
I just read a post about a husband continuing to visit his wife who no longer knows him due to Alzheimers. He does because he still knows who she is. I suppose my answer is in there too...to enjoy what I've got now but knowing that doesn't take away the feeling of a strange kind of mourning.
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