My mother’s dementia has lessons for us all in how to live and how to love

Here she is: a little sparrow confined to her bed, 49kg of crepe-paper skin and arthritic bone dressed snugly in three layers of warmth. A cloud of white hair fans out from her sweetly-shaped skull. Her once graceful limbs are contorted into strange positions, her ballerina feet now frozen en pointe. This body was once a stronghold, fortified by willpower and pride.

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