All is Well
Mum often calls me with concern in her voice, over one thing or another. I'll spend some time chatting with her and we will end our conversation by repeating to each other, "all is well." These three little words have become words of comfort to Mum and me, since the poem of the same name, by Henry Scott-Holland, was shared with me after my father's death. The end of the poem says, Why should I be out of mind because I am out of sight? I am but waiting for you, for an interval, Somewhere very near, Just around the corner, All is Well For Mum and me, these words are a comforting reminder that Dad is here, still a part of our lives, and that all is completely well. These words, have become something of a mantra when we are maneuvering through life's challenges. Gamma - so many of us know her as Gamma - has dementia. We've seen it coming for a while, and it was recently made official. The diagnosis, in my mind, changes...