However much is taken by dementia, something always remains. There can still be a person beyond their words and their memories, a spirit, for want of a better word, and a continuity with the person they were.
‘Louis Theroux on dementia: The capital of the forgetful’at BBC News
When opposites come suddenly in place,
I teach my eyes to hear, my ears to see
How body from spirit slowly does unwind
Until we are pure spirit at the end.
‘Infirmity’ by Theodore Roethke