Last night I watched an incredibly moving programme which dealt with the subject of Alzheimer’s disease, and its effect on a relationship between a mother and daughter. I was hard pressed not too laugh at some moments, and cry at others as the mother’s descent into dementia left her unable to remember who her daughter was. What was clear was that the love of a family meant that no one ran away, no one ignored what was going on, and no one focussed on anything else apart from their need to spend time together, and to make that time as happy as possible. It makes you think that one day this could be you or I, and it could be us suffering from very public humiliation which ramshackles an already confused sense of self esteem. It is another indication that not only should we never take the sun, the birds and trees for granted, but also to appreciate every interaction with another human being, especially those that matter most.