When my son, Davis, was young he used to say that he loved Mommy best, Grandma second and Daddy third. My mother returned his feelings tenfold.

 

Her devotion to him only increased as he grew from an infant to a toddler to a boy. Her house was transformed into Davis’ second residence, complete with his own room, toys, books and clothes. She was constantly thinking up new activities for them to enjoy together - a large cardboard box was turned into their clubhouse and the basement rec room became an imaginary hockey rink. 

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Elizabeth Murray is the author of Holding on to Mamie: My Mother, Dementia and Me.  www.holdingontomamie.ca

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