Alzheimer's Society

My star

Well I guess every story has a beginning my sister and I never spoke for 15 years due to an argument. I later spoke to my star (mum) one month later and she said she was moving house and could she store things in my attic.

Read Kim's story

Marga

My Grandma, Marga, lived with us when I was around 15 till 18 years old. She used to start to do things that we thought were odd but nothing other than old age.

Read Charlotte's story

Oh no dad

I knew something was wrong earlier this year, you had become muddled and lost the skill of caring for your own every day needs. You said to me 'something is wrong with my mind'. No Dad, I said, its just your age, No you replied 'this is different.

Read Sue's story

Requiem for a brain

The young old man was standing there
Hands trembling hovered on the chair
Across his forehead knots of skin
Concealed the dying brain within,
Each tiny cell a requiem.

Read the lyrics by Elizabeth Ann Curry

Precious memories

I don't remember the last time I saw a shooting star,
The celestial fireworks of youth,
A sweet time stretched out on damp earth,
Picking diamonds from an obsidian sky,
I don't recall my favourite holiday, ever,

Read the lyrics by Karyn Claxton

The one I love

I look at you in front of me,
Sleeping there so still,
And I remember what you were like,
Before you became so ill.

Read the lyrics by Nat Emery