I have been genuinely overwhelmed by the lovely messages and comments from friends, friends of friends and complete strangers who have read my blog. It has surprised me that so many people care. Oh, don’t get me wrong, I knew the “definites” – the people who would take the time to read my blog and send me encouraging words and messages (you know who you are girls!), but, I didn’t think my stories would spread so far, would wing their way around the globe so effortlessly. Continue reading “What’s in a message?”
I met up with a good friend this morning and we exercised the kids (I lost two of mine temporarily – found them just before the point when full blown panic sets in) around Harlow Carr Gardens. Continue reading “The Last Times”
When I first started thinking about writing a blog about Alzheimer’s and Dementia and my poor mum, one of my worries was my dad. How would he take it? Would he be upset about our private family problems being published to friends, family and even strangers? Would he be cross with me for sharing my darkest thoughts and my deepest fears? Would he be angry or upset about me sharing my mum’s new and constantly changing vulnerabilities? Continue reading “Introducing…..my dad!”
We love a walk, our family. Come sunshine, rain, wind, sleet or snow we have always got wrapped up warm and ventured out for some fresh air. I think it’s good for the soul, or at least that’s what has been drummed into me all my life by my ridiculously active parents.
There wasn’t really one event, or one conversation that triggered alarm bells. It was a gradual awareness that something was wrong…
I needed her that day. It was a shit day. Continue reading “Shit, weaning, tears and golf”
29th October 2015
Just thought I’d tell you that I think you’re doing an amazing job.
12th August 2015.
I have been here most of the week and will leave tomorrow, leaving The Crazy and Dad for a few days until you arrive next week. Good luck with your visit…. know that you will cry every day, you will drink too much wine and you will feel constantly anxious. Continue reading “Dear Sis….”
Emma is my little sister and I asked her to write down any thoughts or memories that she wanted to share…here is the first email I received from her back in October 2015.