No light posts here today, sorry.

My grandmother has Alzheimer’s. So this article has a large amount of topical relevance for me. (You need to supply some info to get to it – anything will do.) It’s a story by a Washington Post staff writer whose mother has the disease, and it’s heartbreaking. It made me think of the last time we went to see her, for a family Christmas dinner early in December last year. We all went down to Bega. The tmies we spent with her were the hardest. She kept asking “What are we doing?” and similar questions – she’s not up to not remembering who we are yet, though one can see she’s close. I think she knows very well what’s going on, and seeks refuge in routine. At least she lives in a nursing home now, where the staff can keep a bit of an eye on her.

Personally, I find the whole idea of Alzheimer’s utterly horrifying. To be slowly drowning in your own thoughts, to know in those brief moments of lucidity how much you are losing.

So, today, this one’s for my Gran. Here’s to her.