Yeah, The Father was really good too. It didn’t fuck me up the way Amour did though. Maybe it’s just because (adult) children are inherently separate from their parents, there’s just as much love, but more distance. Whereas with a spouse, particularly one you’ve grown old with, there is a comfort and reliance in day-to-day existence that’s so precious. Then to see that deteriorate in real time is just so heartbreaking.

You’re right though, dementia is fucking terrifying and one of my most desperate wishes is that neither I or anybody I love ever has to deal with it.