In 2017, I lost my mother. Even if it is true, saying it feels wrong. I had lost her a long time ago and found her again before she died. Because somehow in her demented brain, she saw in me for what seemed like a lifetime ago, the daughter she loved. The daughter she from time to time, when lucid, was angry with and blamed for her situation but also the daughter she waited for – my return from Ireland – to say goodbye to before closing her eyes. She had been diagnosed with dementia only half a year before but to be honest, the signs were there long before.…