Life is all about the memories that we make along the way
Gabrielle Cummins reflects on the dementia that robbed her of her mother, long before she passed away
'Will you be my bridesmaid?" she asked, exhilarated at the prospect of her impending wedding day. Before I opened my mouth to respond, she started chattering about how she and her sister would make the dress, how beautiful the flowers would be and exactly how her cake would look.
A sad smile was all that I could muster in reply, and I inwardly prayed she didn't notice.
Her perfect wedding day that she had described to me, had actually taken place 53 years ago and her husband with whom she'd shared a long life, was now sound asleep. I, on the other hand, lay on the ground in a makeshift bed beside my mother, giving my father a much-needed break from the world he now tentatively inhabited with the love of his life.