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I took care of my husband Raul with dementia at home for about 2yrs , then it got very difficult n couldn’t manage him. He would leave the house and thankful he would walk to our daughters home n sit outside till she got home, while I was crazy looking for him. Very scary. Then aggressiveness started n had to place him in a nursing home. Nit such a great place. I was 40yrs with him n loved him n still think of him a lot. I visit every day for three yrs and I saw the decline alit, which hurt me so much that I had to leave him there. He suffered so much such a gentle man .
Years went by and the night came he was leaving n rest without any pain, I stayed till then end n couldn’t help him, but just tell him I was there n I held his hand with such pain in my heart.May 23rd. will be 2 years n the pain just comes out. I known he’s resting but I miss him so much ❤️🙏

My husband went into a Nursing Home in November 2025.
What a shock to both of us. We've been together since 1968..
And we hate being apart and still trying to come to terms with it. My husband can't understand why he can't come home. I visit him every other day. I never in my wildest dreams thought this would happen to us. Life really is a bitch sometimes. Iove and miss him so much.

My Dad has Alzheimer’s and it has had a devastating affect on me, Mum passed away in December 2025 they were married for 70 years and he doesn’t remember her at all after just four months of her passing, he likes the home he is in but I feel so sad every time I leave him it is such a devastating disease and I will always support Alzheimer’s charities. Picture of us in happier times ❤️

I lost my mum from Altzheimers in June 2017. I held her hand as she slipped away into peace. She suffered so terribly. Following several strokes the Altzheimers and vascular dementia completely took over.
It will be 9 years next month and I miss my mum every day. She was my best friend.
It took me a long time to come to terms with her loss. I needed councilling and have a supportive family who were also grieving.
I love you mum, wherever you are xx

My mum died of Dementia in 2020 following a prolonged illness leading to 5 years in a care home. She died peacefully at the end with myself and my sisters by her side and last year i did a 25 mile hike in the Yorkshire Dales in her memory. Me mother in law also died of vascular dementia and more recently my father and his partner are also living with dementia. This is such a cruel illness that needs urgent funds to find a cure to stop so many families suffering with loved ones living with and ultimately dying of this disease. Please donate what you can.

I am supporting Alzheimer’s in memory of my beloved sister who was diagnosed two years ago and has recently passed away from this cruel disease. It was a release for her but it changed who she was and changed her personality. She leaves behind a husband children and grandchildren and her other brothers and sisters. We also lost our mum from this and we were not able to recognize the person she became. The sooner a cure is found the more hope someone has when they have been diagnosed!

Growing up there was nothing I loved more than spending time with my grandmother, Diana Lee. Going round to see her every morning before school for breakfast, after school for tea, and spending whole days with her most school holidays, helping her in the garden and going shopping around town together. One day, she was in what appeared to be a relatively minor car accident, but unfortunately this accident brought on a small stroke. It is believed that it was this accident and subsequent stroke that brought on Gran’s dementia.

For a number of years, nothing changed too much, but it was after a few years of this developing, that Gran started to hallucinate, seeing people who weren’t there, forgetting when we last spoke, and not remembering when plans had been made. It wasn’t long before our roles had been reversed, and the woman who had cared for me through so much of my childhood now needed to be cared for, so, alongside other members of the family, we now looked after her. We did her shopping, we took her to see friends, we visited as much as we could, and arranged for carers to stop by at meal times when we couldn’t be with her. To see someone you love, so independent, so social, so proud, slowly become someone else, is heartbreaking.

After a series of infections, and a fall in the garden she loved so much, Gran had to move into a care home that specialised in dementia support. She could no longer move, or speak, or recognise those she loved.

When Gran died, as sad as her loss was, it was also a relief to know she was no longer suffering with this awful illness that takes so much from a person.