Lovely and thought provoking. My mum died shortly after her 100th birthday. Towards the end, she forgot the names of family members, was unble to even recall things from earlier in the same day, but the memories of her childhood and youth were as vivid as if they'd just occured.

She enjoyed nothing more than telling me, over and over again, the stories about east London where she grew up, the ballroom dancing she'd enjoyed, even the elaborate dresses she'd worn to the dances. Fascinating to reflect on what seems to truly matter at the end. Thanks for sharing this story.