I do not write about my Mother.
Sadly, there is actually nothing to write about.
As I scrolled through 15 years of Blog posts looking for a photo, it saddened me to recall just how disinterested she is with anything.
I am not sure when the Dementia started creeping in but once we lost Dad, she was alone and with nothing to engage her, she has gotten worse until mild eccentricity turned into alarming paranoia.
Her Doctor said to me ".. she needs a team of people 24/7 to look after her now" and with that we started the process of placing her into care.
Whether it was by Divine Intervention or just plain Good Luck, we moved her 4 weeks later, out of the home Dad & Mum built 73 years ago.
She is not happy about being moved, and definitely NOT happy with having someone else in charge, but 6 weeks on and she is looking so much better and is even holding sensible conversations.
Oh -and the Paranoia? It is still lurking
but we did discover that there actually was "someone living in the roof."