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My Mum had early onset Alzheimers - she was just 50 and died at 71 - sadly she lived in her own little world and whilst I visited and took her out for drives and...
My dad passed away recently from Alzheimer’s. He was diagnosed about two years ago and deteriorated very quickly over the last few months of his life at 86. It...
Last weekend, I sat in the Liverpool Philharmonic...
My Dad had dementia.it was a quick onset and he quickly lost his normal life.It was hard to watch my Dad change so much.He passed away last may and I'm still...
My dad died last year of Alzheimer’s disease.
It wasn’t just a moment of loss, it was a journey that lasted seven long years. I didn’t lose him all at once—I...
I am supporting my Dad, he is 82 and seemed to start forgetting things really quickly. Luckily he still remembers me and my husband and our children but I'm dreading...
Hello
This is the story of my Mum,It all starts...
My lovely mum Hellie. She developed dementia...
I my self have vascular dementia. I’ve had it for...
I was dyignosed with dementia in 2025. I have received a lot of support from my wife and two sons which i am extremly greatfull. Keep up the good work.
Best...
My mother in law developed alzheimers and deteriorated over a few years. The stress on my husband and myself cannot be underestimated.
After 5 years of dealing with my wife's Sylvia's, Alzheimer we have developed our lives around around it. We, both in our 80s, have a routine for bed times, getting up...
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My Mum had early onset Alzheimers - she was just 50 and died at 71 - sadly she lived in her own little world and whilst I visited and took her out for drives and meals she really didn't know what was going on. The great thing was every time I visited she went back with a warm glow even though she didn't know why!
Take care
Cheryl
My Mum had early onset Alzheimers - she was just 50 and died at 71 - sadly she lived in her own little world and whilst I visited and took her out for drives and meals she really didn't know what was going on. The great thing was every time I visited she went back with a warm glow even though she didn't know why!
Take care
Cheryl
Cheryl
My dad passed away recently from Alzheimer’s. He was diagnosed about two years ago and deteriorated very quickly over the last few months of his life at 86. It was absolutely heartbreaking to watch my once intelligent, strong, sociable dad reduced to a shell of a man that I no longer recognised. He basically starved to death in the end refusing food and drink becoming so so frail. This is the most cruel disease suffered by so many. I miss him more than words can say. He was my hero but I hope he is now at peace and free from suffering from this hideous disease. The donation we made was collected at dad’s funeral. RIP my lovely dad. X
Andrea
Last weekend, I sat in the Liverpool Philharmonic Hall, with a feeling of nostalgia, as an orchestra breathed new life into Labyrinth, the classic 80s film, celebrating its 40th anniversary.
Around me were people who all carried the same memory, the same magic, the same appreciation for the film. There was something special about that shared remembering.
As I sat there, I couldn't escape the quiet paradox that formed.
Labyrinth is a film about memory, time, and holding on. Sarah (the main character) must fight her way through a maze with no clear rules, walls that shift, time that distorts, familiar things that reveal themselves to be something different. She must remember what she is fighting for, and in doing so, find her way back home.
I have been thinking about this, because right now, I am navigating my own labyrinth, one that doesn't have a map or guidebook, and offers no guaranteed way out. I am walking it alongside my mum (Joanna), who is in the early stages of dementia.
For anyone who hasn't experienced it, dementia can be difficult to describe. It is not simply forgetting. It’s watching someone you love reach for a memory that was there just a moment ago, but nothing comes. It is seeing a sharp mind work so hard to fill in the gaps to mask the illness, because some part of her knows something isn't right. It is the quiet heartbreak of hearing her ask about her own mum and dad, about my dad, people who left us years ago, and watching her grieve them again.
It is forgetting last week. Sometimes forgetting this morning, and then, in the same breath, she will say something that reminds you she is still there.
The person who was your confidant, your sounding board, your critical friend, is still sitting across from you, and yet somewhere along the way, without noticing, you have become her carer. The relationship has turned itself inside out.
I am at the start of this path, and I know the maze won't end anywhere beautiful, but I am learning that you can find happiness in the moment. In a laugh that surfaces from nowhere, in a random memory from my childhood you manage to share together, in simply remaining present and beside someone you love.
This maze feel really difficult, and often unnecessarily cruel, but I am doing my best to help guide my mum through.... the best that I can.
Around me were people who all carried the same memory, the same magic, the same appreciation for the film. There was something special about that shared remembering.
As I sat there, I couldn't escape the quiet paradox that formed.
Labyrinth is a film about memory, time, and holding on. Sarah (the main character) must fight her way through a maze with no clear rules, walls that shift, time that distorts, familiar things that reveal themselves to be something different. She must remember what she is fighting for, and in doing so, find her way back home.
I have been thinking about this, because right now, I am navigating my own labyrinth, one that doesn't have a map or guidebook, and offers no guaranteed way out. I am walking it alongside my mum (Joanna), who is in the early stages of dementia.
For anyone who hasn't experienced it, dementia can be difficult to describe. It is not simply forgetting. It’s watching someone you love reach for a memory that was there just a moment ago, but nothing comes. It is seeing a sharp mind work so hard to fill in the gaps to mask the illness, because some part of her knows something isn't right. It is the quiet heartbreak of hearing her ask about her own mum and dad, about my dad, people who left us years ago, and watching her grieve them again.
It is forgetting last week. Sometimes forgetting this morning, and then, in the same breath, she will say something that reminds you she is still there.
The person who was your confidant, your sounding board, your critical friend, is still sitting across from you, and yet somewhere along the way, without noticing, you have become her carer. The relationship has turned itself inside out.
I am at the start of this path, and I know the maze won't end anywhere beautiful, but I am learning that you can find happiness in the moment. In a laugh that surfaces from nowhere, in a random memory from my childhood you manage to share together, in simply remaining present and beside someone you love.
This maze feel really difficult, and often unnecessarily cruel, but I am doing my best to help guide my mum through.... the best that I can.
Lynsey
My Dad had dementia.it was a quick onset and he quickly lost his normal life.It was hard to watch my Dad change so much.He passed away last may and I'm still struggling with all.that happened.He is forever my hero
Linda
My dad died last year of Alzheimer’s disease.
It wasn’t just a moment of loss, it was a journey that lasted seven long years. I didn’t lose him all at once—I lost him piece by piece, memory by memory, until the man I knew slowly faded before my eyes. I miss him so much
It wasn’t just a moment of loss, it was a journey that lasted seven long years. I didn’t lose him all at once—I lost him piece by piece, memory by memory, until the man I knew slowly faded before my eyes. I miss him so much
Naomi
I am supporting my Dad, he is 82 and seemed to start forgetting things really quickly. Luckily he still remembers me and my husband and our children but I'm dreading the day that he can't remember us anymore. But I know it's not his fault so I will support him always. Love you Dad XX ❤️ XX
Sarah
Hello
This is the story of my Mum,It all starts with the pass of my dad in 2015 a year after my mum was diagnosed with Dementia 6 months after that we had to put her into a carehome.This helped the whole family knowing our mum was safe and being cared for 24/7 she was transferred into two other carehome as the money from the sale of there flat ran out. Have got to say the staff of all the carehome my mum was in were fantastic I’ve never met so many people that just wanted to make my mum feel safe and loved.
Even when my mum stopped knowing who I was. Seeing the glint in her eyes when I was around told me there was something more inside.My mum was taken away from us in May 2024 after suffering lung cancer but it was very quick so she didn’t suffer to much and was a blessing.
It’s probably the hardest thing the family had to go through but we had an extra 10 years with.Being safe and most of the time happy.
This is the story of my Mum,It all starts with the pass of my dad in 2015 a year after my mum was diagnosed with Dementia 6 months after that we had to put her into a carehome.This helped the whole family knowing our mum was safe and being cared for 24/7 she was transferred into two other carehome as the money from the sale of there flat ran out. Have got to say the staff of all the carehome my mum was in were fantastic I’ve never met so many people that just wanted to make my mum feel safe and loved.
Even when my mum stopped knowing who I was. Seeing the glint in her eyes when I was around told me there was something more inside.My mum was taken away from us in May 2024 after suffering lung cancer but it was very quick so she didn’t suffer to much and was a blessing.
It’s probably the hardest thing the family had to go through but we had an extra 10 years with.Being safe and most of the time happy.
Mark
My lovely mum Hellie. She developed dementia following lockdown and died in January of this year. She was wonderful and still joyful throughout and I miss her terribly. She left a lot of love ❤️
Beth Rosato
I my self have vascular dementia. I’ve had it for six years so I shall wear my forget me not with Pride.
Kay wragg
I was dyignosed with dementia in 2025. I have received a lot of support from my wife and two sons which i am extremly greatfull. Keep up the good work.
Best wishes.
David Allen.
Best wishes.
David Allen.
David Allen
My mother in law developed alzheimers and deteriorated over a few years. The stress on my husband and myself cannot be underestimated.
Caroline
After 5 years of dealing with my wife's Sylvia's, Alzheimer we have developed our lives around around it. We, both in our 80s, have a routine for bed times, getting up and meal times. A carer comes in twice a week to help with showering. My wife goes to day care once a week giving me respite from my caring duties for s short while. Shopping trips are still on our agenda plus days out, depending on the weather. We have regular conversations, even if my wife does not always fully understand and still find things that make us laugh. She does sometimes not remember me or recognise herself on photos or in mirrors. What the future holds we can not tell but live each day as it comes. At times life can be stressful but I do not allow myself to get to depressed. My only sadness is that my stepsons either cannot accept their mother's illness or do not want to face it.
Keith
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