The other week we did our last jigsaw together. Like a heroine from a novel, Mum took to her bed last Friday and couldn’t be roused until Monday afternoon. There she has remained ever since. We are on our final journey with Alzheimer’s and dementia. For the most of the last five years we have laughed and smiled, just as she made us four children do, in our formative years. No one knows how much time we have left, but every moment with her is precious.