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PAM FRAMPTON: Remembering my mother the way she was

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18.02.2026

Newfoundland & Labrador

Newfoundland and Labrador Opinion

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PAM FRAMPTON: Remembering my mother the way she was

With Alzheimer’s, the loss is felt by the whole family, not just the person suffering from dementia, writes Pam Frampton

I’ve been watching a Norwegian series on Netflix called Pernille.

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The titular character, a 45-year-old child protection officer and mother of two, is fierce, flawed and loving. Reeling from the sudden death of her sister, she manages to hold her fragmented family together: supporting her widowed father, who has just come out as gay, nurturing her late sister’s teenage son, and shepherding her own girls through a life lived mostly without their self-absorbed dad.

On the surface, Pernille is nothing like my own mother. Mom didn’t curse, go through a divorce or work full-time outside our household.

She didn’t sneak out to the parked car for cigarettes and glasses of wine and the occasional joint with her dad.

And she sure as heck didn’t meet up with girlfriends for chatty lunches where they laughed about sex and dating (at least,........

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