DM, 57, diagnosed dementia in June. No longer really knows me at all, though sometimes she says stuff that makes us think she has thoughts of us occasionally, she can't really talk to me, she's lost loads of weight so she's very skinny.
Everyone keeps saying I'm grieving for her, but she's still here, in body if not really in mind. It's a very confusing feeling.
This afternoon I got tearful watching Christmas carols, and rang a helpline, and chatted away to someone - end of call she said, my name's 'x', what can I call you?
Exact same name as my mum.
People keep saying my mum's always with me, to look out/listen for her... and that feels like a sign - if you believe in signs - but how can that be when she's still very much alive? I don't know if that makes sense.
I know logically its just a coincidence, though it made me cry happy tears for a change. I don't know if I'm silly to take comfort from it and to imagine from it that some part of my mum as she was is still with me, iyswim.