My father, a handful of spoons and his journey into dementia

Looking through old cutlery was a safe haven for my dad after he became lost in ‘dementia land’The days are long in Dad’s house in the last year of his life. He is mostly asleep in a hospital bed in the corner of the room, while I sit quietly on the sofa hoping he sleeps a little longer. I sit watching him, worrying he’s stopped breathing, listening to the radio playing pop songs that transform the room into a time machine. “Catch a bright star and place it on your