Mum is moving at great speed to the twilight word that is Dementia.

I took Mum's washing back yesterday and after I had put it all away came the part I now dread - talking to my Mum.
Mum stills knows who I am but that is about all. She fears so many things and is paranoid. I cannot re-assure her anymore - I cannot give her the comfort of that re-assurance and it breaks my heart.
Her conversation moves swiftly from one subject to another and I am still trying to work out what she was talking about 5 minutes before.
I look at that still pretty face and remember the laughter - how she would often wet herself laughing - as did I- now it's hard to see a smile.
For months she asked me how my Dad got home. I would say 'from where?' from the war Mum would answer.
Yesteray Mum said that Dad got special leave from Tyree as Mum was very ill in hospital and she said how did he get home? So at least I know which homecoming she is referring to. I just said the army gave him a lift and that seemed to satisfy her - for now.
I wonder where my Mum is.
She keeps having a nightmare - it is horrible but it is not something that ever happened to Mum - something similar happened to me and I think Mum is dreaming of that event and the powerlessness she felt to help me.
Dementia is a cruel, cruel disease - the fear of the sufferers cannot be helped and therefore they live with those fears 24/7.
Spoke to Miguel and he said it will be even more rapid now - what can you say to that - nothing. I just want my Dad to say 'ok gal you have had enough, come with me now'.