My late Mother had dementia. It was weird to watch the progression of this illness. Initially, it was moments, fleeting moments, when you could see something wasn't right. She would cover these moments quite well. That lack of initial recognition of her eldest son wouldn't last long. Later, she had no clue who I was, but pretended that she did, and fina…
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