The first conversation we had about a frightening and unexplained occurrence happened about 7 years ago. Mum had driven to Leura for a swim, a trip of about 20 kms, and on the way back stopped at the post office and bought some stamps. Later, she realised, she couldn’t remember any of it.
I recall she had been unwell; feeling exhausted and had been sleeping a lot after the ‘event’. [Read more…]