My mother's view of the world is limited, though I believe happy. She has Lewy Body Dementia and lives with about 60 others, all with varying difficulties that require assistance. The window in her room looks out over the parking area. She knows when the ambulance comes with a flashing red light, when the workmen are cutting grass, when the aides take their midnight break. What she doesn’t see, she hears. Her world is much more than the window, but sometimes especially at night when dementia overtakes her, I imagine it may seem that small. It may seem like the whole world.
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