Diving in the deep end for dementia

Reflections on dementia

Wednesday 12th Aug I remember recalling my first exposure to dementia. My dear grandmother started to develop the disease after she lost her beloved husband Eric. I remember taking her to a memory clinic in the earlier stages. I watched over several years how she slowly declined. My grandmother had always been the most impeccable host. I remember going to stay with her for many weekends. I was even staying in her house when I went into labour with my first child Jasmine. I was in the bath and she poured water over me. Staying with her gave me some if my happiest childhood memories  you'd stay in her guest room, in her beautiful house, it would always have the best crisp cotton sheets. Each light shed bring you a cup of ovaltine. Each night after my grandmother had cooked an amazing spread, my grandad Eric would wash up  he'd set the table for breakfast. We'd go for a walk around West Kirby Lake  then come home, play scrabble, watch last if the summer wine, then news at 10 before retiring to bed. I'll never forget how my dad, who li Ed next door to my grandmother,  broke down crying when we'd got to the stage where we couldn't keep her home anymore. On the day of her funeral, he looked like a lost little boy.  Share