Marie Hardingham

In the end she didn't know any of us,  I would like to say that she was happy during her dementia years and, for the most part she was. Born in the East End of London she would sing all the old London songs remembering all the words and keeping staff entertained but dementia is an awful disease  that steals your memory bit by bit and sometimes, more so towards the end, mum would become anxious, angry and scared, the suffering was agonising to watch, the person you love, my mum, disappearing before my very eyes.  As heartbreaking as it was, when mum passed away it was almost a blessing, she was at peace.  I will walk the walk for mum and all the sufferers of this cruel disease. Please, if you can help with a donation, however big or small, it will be greatly appreciated. Thank you. x