Tag: hug

Here’s my mum.  She’s lived with us for a couple of years now.  She has dementia and doesn’t make new memories. This means she lives either completely in the moment, or in a long-ago past which fades continuously. Forgotten information is sometimes replaced with interesting fabrications.  Most days find her sitting in half-lotus position reading the newspaper.  The news doesn’t “stick” of course, so she doesn’t usually get bored.   (At Christmas she “discovered” her stocking three times in the same day and was delighted every time).

Each morning I make her tea and toast. “I’m getting the full treatment!” she says, always. When hugged, she produces a light hum, invariably an A. I sometimes join in unison, at other times I harmonize with C-sharp, making our hug-chord.