In so many respects she is like a toddler now. With no concept of time, memory like a sieve, yet the stubborn ness and claim to authority of your mum.
I find I have to apply the same patience as with my own kids. When I repeatedly explain something, then have to explain the same thing ten minutes later.
It is so hard, I just want to turn to my mum for understanding and support.
But I cant, because this mum I used to know and love, and who were still actually with us this Christmas, is now gone. Replaced by an empty shell that looks like mum, but is in fact a wilfull toddler.