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I spent many years working with people with dementia...
My mum, Meg, passed away from Alzheimers peacefully...
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My mum was an incredible nurse who...
My wonderful wife Maureen had such an amazing memory...
My mum was diagnosed with alzheimers in 2016. She is...
I lost mum dear mum last month to alzheimers, so it is all very raw. I am lucky in some ways that she never forgot who I was.
Its so cruel how it changes a person's...
I lost my lovely dad to this awful disease in 2018 and to this day the pain of not having him here still hurts as if it was day 1. My Dad developed Vascular Dementia...
16 years ago I lost my mother to Alzheimers, and then 30months ago my wife Jean was diagnosed.
It’s the most horrible disease because in more lucid moments my wife...
In memory of my wonderful Nan. Whilst your memories...
My dad began changing in 2018. Just little things,...
I met him just three months ago, but his name was known to everyone on the ward.
At 92, he had lived a full life before dementia began quietly dismantling...
A few years ago my brother Ronnie was diagnosed with...
I spent many years working with people with dementia of all different types caring for them innthe community and seeing the benefits of person centred care and different approaches.
However for 3 years I then cared for my nan and although never officially diagnosed (as i think that would have caused her more pain and stress than benefit) Nans memory certsinly slowly deteriorated. Caring for a loved one is so much harder than caring for a patient and everything feels a lot more personal.
When she got diagnosed as end of life she was living with me. She couldn't remember who I was or where she was. But I always knew her and that was the most important thing. I kept her safe and loved through the long hard days and nights. The hallucinations and all the hurdles.
She kept her personality and spirit right to the very end and inwas so fortunate to have the honour of caring for her.
Nan sadly passed away on 16th March 2025 at the age of 96. What an honour it was to be able to care for her as she did me as a child and have so many wonderful memories.
However for 3 years I then cared for my nan and although never officially diagnosed (as i think that would have caused her more pain and stress than benefit) Nans memory certsinly slowly deteriorated. Caring for a loved one is so much harder than caring for a patient and everything feels a lot more personal.
When she got diagnosed as end of life she was living with me. She couldn't remember who I was or where she was. But I always knew her and that was the most important thing. I kept her safe and loved through the long hard days and nights. The hallucinations and all the hurdles.
She kept her personality and spirit right to the very end and inwas so fortunate to have the honour of caring for her.
Nan sadly passed away on 16th March 2025 at the age of 96. What an honour it was to be able to care for her as she did me as a child and have so many wonderful memories.
Helen
My mum, Meg, passed away from Alzheimers peacefully aged 86 on 10th March 2026 in a nursing home in Cheshire as my dad read to her from her holiday diary from one of many occassions they both visited India together. They had been together nearly 70 years and had recently celebrated their 65th Wedding anniversary at the home.
Mum never liked my tattoos, not until after she was diagnosed did she begin to take an interest and often asked if they were permanent and if I could wash them off. I said I did every night then put them back on next day. Mum said she had one on her shoulder she did the same with ( she hadn't but it was all part of her story so we ran with it ) I requested the artwork from the society so I could have the forget-me-not tattooed on my arm in memory of mum and I had the dates added when she passed away
Mum never liked my tattoos, not until after she was diagnosed did she begin to take an interest and often asked if they were permanent and if I could wash them off. I said I did every night then put them back on next day. Mum said she had one on her shoulder she did the same with ( she hadn't but it was all part of her story so we ran with it ) I requested the artwork from the society so I could have the forget-me-not tattooed on my arm in memory of mum and I had the dates added when she passed away
Matt
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My mum was an incredible nurse who spent her life caring for others, and now it’s her who needs that same care in return. Her journey with Alzheimer’s began in the middle of Covid‑19, when everything felt uncertain. Her diagnosis was overwhelming, and although she never said it out loud, I know she was scared.
As a family, we made the decision to care for Mum at home. We’re now in the final stretch of that journey — she is bedbound and needs turning every two hours, which is where the title of this post comes from. Through it all, Mum has remained the same kind, calm soul she has always been.
We’ve had moments of laughter and moments of tears, but we have never regretted the choice we made. Loving her through this has been the hardest and most important thing we’ve ever done.
Love you, Mum.
This disease has taken your memories, but your bravery and gentleness remain.
My mum was an incredible nurse who spent her life caring for others, and now it’s her who needs that same care in return. Her journey with Alzheimer’s began in the middle of Covid‑19, when everything felt uncertain. Her diagnosis was overwhelming, and although she never said it out loud, I know she was scared.
As a family, we made the decision to care for Mum at home. We’re now in the final stretch of that journey — she is bedbound and needs turning every two hours, which is where the title of this post comes from. Through it all, Mum has remained the same kind, calm soul she has always been.
We’ve had moments of laughter and moments of tears, but we have never regretted the choice we made. Loving her through this has been the hardest and most important thing we’ve ever done.
Love you, Mum.
This disease has taken your memories, but your bravery and gentleness remain.
Louise
My wonderful wife Maureen had such an amazing memory and everyone said she was the one person that would never suffer from dementia. First signs were her difficulty in operating the TV controls, soon after it was repetitive movements and memory loss. Whilst trying to accept and accommodate these changes, she was diagnosed with bowel cancer. She had a successful operation, but her now frail body could not accept the full chemo cycle. She died a few months later, thankfully before the full effects of dementia could wreak its worst.
Neville Mitchell
My mum was diagnosed with alzheimers in 2016. She is still going strong at the ripe old age of 91. She has good friends in her care home. It really is a sight to behold when they are altogether doing some craft or other. They are all off in a world of their own. 😁
Gillian Jackson
I lost mum dear mum last month to alzheimers, so it is all very raw. I am lucky in some ways that she never forgot who I was.
Its so cruel how it changes a person's personality. At one time she would never swear to swearing every other word. The things she believed she had done when she hadn't. The stories she told were so believable but hadn't happened.
She lived with us for a few years till we could no longer cope with the changes., and had to go into care. I was just glad I was with her in the end and she is at peace now.
Its so cruel how it changes a person's personality. At one time she would never swear to swearing every other word. The things she believed she had done when she hadn't. The stories she told were so believable but hadn't happened.
She lived with us for a few years till we could no longer cope with the changes., and had to go into care. I was just glad I was with her in the end and she is at peace now.
Jackie
I lost my lovely dad to this awful disease in 2018 and to this day the pain of not having him here still hurts as if it was day 1. My Dad developed Vascular Dementia and Alzheimer's and to watch his struggles daily just eating, walking, the hallucinations he had and to see the scared expressions on his face not knowing what was going on in his own head was so hard to watch. I had to watch my Mum slowly lose her husband day by day, such a cruel disease.
Linda Nutting
16 years ago I lost my mother to Alzheimers, and then 30months ago my wife Jean was diagnosed.
It’s the most horrible disease because in more lucid moments my wife will ask the heart breaking question,”what’s wrong with me “.
It’s the most horrible disease because in more lucid moments my wife will ask the heart breaking question,”what’s wrong with me “.
Stewart
In memory of my wonderful Nan. Whilst your memories faded your love was always there even on the difficult days.
Keeley Denman
My dad began changing in 2018. Just little things, standing and staring, taking ages to get dressed in a morning, became withdrawn. Eventually in 2021 dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer's. Although we knew deep down it was still a shock. Living grief began. Seeing the man who was my hero and rock slowly dying in front of me. We made lots of memories and went on holidays, supported mum as much as possible. Slowly his swallowing was not good and his balance. Unfortunately he fell in April 2023. Broke his hip. He was in hospital for three months and eventually moved to a care home for just six weeks were he became bed bound. Unable to eat, drink and hold his own head up. He never forgot who we all were but couldn't talk anymore. He slowly passed away on August 2023. So heartbreaking loosing the ability to do anything. Just breath. Sending love to anyone who has it or their loved one. My dad on now.my angel and not suffering anymore. Let's hope one day we can have a cure. 🤍🩵🪶
Sarah
I met him just three months ago, but his name was known to everyone on the ward.
At 92, he had lived a full life before dementia began quietly dismantling it.
When I resumed taking care of him, the words had already gone, the hearing faded, and then swallowing became a struggle, each mealtime a gentle, patient battle just to give him nourishment and dignity in the same moment.
What remained was his presence and mine, so I learned to communicate without words. A warm touch before any procedure, eye contact held a little longer, and used the tone of a voice that said, "I see you, you are safe and you matter."
Dementia had taken so much from him, but not his humanity, and so I refused to let the busyness of care take mine.
One morning, while I was giving him his bath, the quiet, careful routine we had built together, with the warm water, and unhurried movements. The dignity of being washed by hands that respected him, he took his last breath in that moment. It was peaceful, warm but not alone, and I have thought about him many times since.
About what it means to be present at the end of someone's life. About the weight and the privilege of that
Even though he never said goodbye, but in that final moment, I believe he felt everything a person deserves to feel at the end of their life.
Seen, cared for and remembered. That is why I do this work.
At 92, he had lived a full life before dementia began quietly dismantling it.
When I resumed taking care of him, the words had already gone, the hearing faded, and then swallowing became a struggle, each mealtime a gentle, patient battle just to give him nourishment and dignity in the same moment.
What remained was his presence and mine, so I learned to communicate without words. A warm touch before any procedure, eye contact held a little longer, and used the tone of a voice that said, "I see you, you are safe and you matter."
Dementia had taken so much from him, but not his humanity, and so I refused to let the busyness of care take mine.
One morning, while I was giving him his bath, the quiet, careful routine we had built together, with the warm water, and unhurried movements. The dignity of being washed by hands that respected him, he took his last breath in that moment. It was peaceful, warm but not alone, and I have thought about him many times since.
About what it means to be present at the end of someone's life. About the weight and the privilege of that
Even though he never said goodbye, but in that final moment, I believe he felt everything a person deserves to feel at the end of their life.
Seen, cared for and remembered. That is why I do this work.
Ochoge
A few years ago my brother Ronnie was diagnosed with vascular dementia. This is associated with him having Downs Syndrome..as he was only 54.
He has always been a superstar winning hundreds of medals in the Special Olympics when he was younger. A smile, a dance and a born show off 😊
In October 25 something happened to him and this left him with life changing injuries. Hence the Dementia went up ten fold. Its been a traumatic time and I miss my Ronnie life will never be the same again. He lives in a nursing home now and as always I'm so proud of him and love him always but its very hard... 💙
He has always been a superstar winning hundreds of medals in the Special Olympics when he was younger. A smile, a dance and a born show off 😊
In October 25 something happened to him and this left him with life changing injuries. Hence the Dementia went up ten fold. Its been a traumatic time and I miss my Ronnie life will never be the same again. He lives in a nursing home now and as always I'm so proud of him and love him always but its very hard... 💙
Tina
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