Bull

Spent the day with my mother. She had (and still has) one of her bad days. Her dementia is getting worse, and we had the same conversation about two dozen times. 

I find it hard to accept how a brain simply deletes any given information after just a few minutes. 
I find it even harder to accept having to watch my smart, independent, strong, fun-loving mother losing herself like this, bit by bit.

While she had her midday nap, I took this photo of a female bullfinch at one of the feeders on her terrace.