The dementia has consumed me in her memories.
She asked my name and I said, "Paja."
She gave me that ever so polite plastic smile her hers and said, "what an beautiful name!"
As I was leaving I turned one last time.
She drops the fake smile and stares at me intently. "I could never forget you." She says. "I will know you by your hair."
Dementia has not robbed her of her uncanny ability to hurt me with her words.