One Family's Journey with Vascular Dementia
Grief is a funny old bedfellow. I hate it. I hate the explosive unpredictability of it. But I also wallow in its now familiar depths. It is where I feel close to my father. Where I hear his voice the clearest.
Continue reading “Behind Her Eyes”
Watching someone you love die is not what I expected. Continue reading “The Long Goodbye”
I am trying desperately to find the positive in our current situation. Having always been a bit of a dreamer – a girl with her nose in a book, carried along through life trusting in fate and goodness – I am now wracking my brain to try and decipher what positive I can take from it. Continue reading “Time To Make Time Count”
I have started my marathon training. Continue reading “How Dementia Has Weakened “The Odds””
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