My dad was diagnosed with alzheimers and has now passed.People dont realise unless they are living it how horrific the disease is.Im so lucky he knew who I was and never forgot me and ill never forget him. Im so greatful for that . For everyone else still fighting everyday the alzheimers society are a great comfort please use them.

Sadly my dad passed away due to SVD severe vascular dementia, this is an evil disease that affects far too many people

A year ago, our lives changed forever when my mum was diagnosed with frontotemporal dementia.
My mum is a mother to four children, and she spent her life caring for others as a nurse. She worked tirelessly, always putting everyone else's needs before her own. She was the person people turned to in their hardest moments, offering kindness, strength, and comfort without ever asking for anything in return.
To me, she has always been so much more than my mum. She is my rock, my best friend, my safe place. She has celebrated my happiest days, carried me through my darkest ones, and loved me unconditionally every single day.
Today, she lives in a care home. Frontotemporal dementia is slowly stealing pieces of the woman we know and love.
I will treasure every moment we have together, and I will carry your love with me for the rest of my life.

We had been married for 50 wonderful years. My wife, Isobel, started to experience memory issues a few years before her Alzheimer’s diagnosis which was only confirmed in September 2024. We lived for several years with the hope that her problems were caused by water on the brain but sadly this was not the case. Having been placed in a Dementia Assessment Unit ( before official confirmation of the condition) she moved to a wonderful Care home. Her final months were like a torture for her. She had a stroke last September just 5 days before her 73rd birthday. She never recovered from this and although very sad it was really a blessing. She was at peace. I will never forget her, the love of my life.

Mum, you were a force to be reckoned with right until the end. Growing up in London as a war baby, you appreciated the simple things in life and the importance of looking after what you had. You looked after yourself, took pride in your appearance and never went out without your lipstick on (you never know who you might meet!) You always had a fun, cheeky and often naughty side which made being in your company infectious. You were kind and thoughtful, going out of your way to make people feel good about themselves, like giving them a nice compliment. Talk about gumption and not settling for second best. Despite all the challenges, you forged a way forward and saved us from what could have been a very different life… You supported me through so many of my own challenges but never judged. I’m so grateful to have had you as my Mum and Dad. Even in your twilight years when dementia had taken hold, you encouraged me to live my life and not worry about you. I’m so sad that the last few years were so challenging for you, living with no mobility and suffering with Alzheimers, compared to the energetic, lively and busy lady you once were. You will be remembered for your quick wit, cheekiness and kindness. Sleep tight, my Mummy. I love you. And my final question is “are you going to behave?” Of course not, why change the habit of a lifetime... 😂

[My dear Mum, Hazel (Haze to her friends), went to sleep on Sunday, 5 July 2026, after bravely battling Alzheimers. Sorely missed, never forgotten]

My dad dies with dementia in 2007 the day before this 55th wedding anniversary. It was after he died that we found out my mum had Alzheimer’s. She deteriorated quite quick and died in August 2009. When she died she did not speak or know any of her 6 children or 13 grandchildren. They came England in the 50’s from Dublin. They both worked hard until they retired and loved spending time with myself and my family.

My incredible Grandad developed dementia after having a stroke in 2021. It was an extremely long fight for diagnosis filled with so many appointments and assessments before we were finally put on the right road of what was happening. It’s been such a rollercoaster filled with so many hard moments but so many special moments I will cherish forever too. My Grandad was a fantastic gardener and huge family man, watching dementia slowly take each part of that from him was absolutely devastating. Grandad declined very quickly and it was a hard journey of being in and out of different facilities and hospitals that was out of our control. We learnt so much whilst caring for grandad with incredible support and guidance from Alzheimer’s Society. As a family we have carried out fundraising through half marathons, cake sales and sky dives to raise awareness and important funding needed to support those living with this disease. We unfortuently lost Grandad this June 2026 and our hearts our broken, but we are remembering the amazing Dad, Brother and Grandad that he was.

Our lovely Mum Veronica in her words never had a good memory. We had a few trips to the Doctors and the Memory Clinic it did at times feel a bit of a battle.
We did get a diagnosis of Alzheimer’s eventually.
Throughout her latter years Mums kindness and strength was still apparent and she was still so grateful of any help you gave her. I would often refer to the resources on the Alzheimer’s society pages and especially the community forum. Mum moved into a care home last August and I was struck by the care and love that she received there. Mum died on the 13th of June this year she was and will always be my best friend and it was a privilege to be her children. 💙

My father, Tim, is still with my family but also not with us. He has Dementia. He is 92 and only recently moved to a nursing home. I am grateful that he still knows me .
He is a retired police officer. He graduated in 1954,when it would still be another five years before women could join. I grew up with a father, who had a very serious, public facing job. As I got older, I became aware of the times when that job took him into some tense or very tragic situations and even dangerous ones. And Dad would have to come home and not talk about them to his family..
Dad is a very proud Kerry man, He also played GAA,and supports Kerry til the end.
Dad is the best story teller I know and has a great sense of humour. Even with dementia, there are still flashes of both there. I have been lucky enough to record some of his stories and comments, over the years.
I am very conscious that many families are dealing with loved ones with Dementia. I want to finish on a positive note. One summers evening,my husband and I were walking near my parents house. A tractor passed us by and a man at the side of it,waved at us. My husband stopped,in shock. ‘Toni, that’s your father hanging off the back of that tractor!’ ‘I know’, I said, shrugging my shoulders. He was 84. He always had the physicality and mental cognition of a much younger man, until only recently. For that, I am so thankful.
I am very, very proud of Dad and always will be.

supporting my lovely sister sue beautiful person inside and out we try to keep her happy and loved as much as we can i think she understands deep down some where in there the love still gos on