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This butterfly abstract painting “Marcella and her butterfly” was inspired by a special moment I spent with our Mother.

Our Mum (Marcella) had dementia.

Initially, it must have been a very frightening time for her as she began to forget her words, where she lived, the memory of her husband, confusing the generations of her family, then forgetting us, her eight children.

However, eventually dementia seemed to enable her to let go of her worries.  I say “seemed” because I don’t really know what she truly felt.

She no longer seemed worried about her children, as she forgot she had us.  Once I asked her if she knew who I was.  She didn’t, so I told her I was her daughter.  She was most amused and said “you’ve got to be kidding me”.

Dementia appeared to allow mum to be totally in the moment, like a child.  She loved her garden, and would look for ages at a red rose.

One day she noticed a butterfly, and sat for ages with her arms outstretched waiting for the butterfly to land on her hand – smiling and looking with wonder, just like a child.

This was for me a special memory to treasure.

Marcella and her Butterfly

Maureen Finck

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Size: 91w x 91h x 3.75d cms
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This butterfly abstract painting “Marcella and her butterfly” was inspired by a special moment I spent with our Mother.

Our Mum (Marcella) had dementia.

Initially, it must have been a very frightening time for her as she began to forget her words, where she lived, the memory of her husband, confusing the generations of her family, then forgetting us, her eight children.

However, eventually dementia seemed to enable her to let go of her worries.  I say “seemed” because I don’t really know what she truly felt.

She no longer seemed worried about her children, as she forgot she had us.  Once I asked her if she knew who I was.  She didn’t, so I told her I was her daughter.  She was most amused and said “you’ve got to be kidding me”.

Dementia appeared to allow mum to be totally in the moment, like a child.  She loved her garden, and would look for ages at a red rose.

One day she noticed a butterfly, and sat for ages with her arms outstretched waiting for the butterfly to land on her hand – smiling and looking with wonder, just like a child.

This was for me a special memory to treasure.

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