FINDING A WAY HOME
From her bed in the nursing home, Elizabeth Martin spent her days watching the birds and squirrels frolicking in the syringa tree just outside her window. ‘At more than 90 years old, lying immobilised in this bed, most of the people she remembered were dead. The hours were so long, and the world had become strange,’ writes Julia, her daughter. ‘But the ring doves, the turtle doves and the rock pigeons returned each day, and she could ask the nurses to feed them.’
‘My mom made me understand how our memories give us a sense of self, and when they aren’t
