GUEST BLOG POST: Alzheimer's within the Arts: Alzheimer's Research UK
I’ve grown up with dementia. In my Grandfather's final weeks, I remember his recognition of my Mum and her siblings failed, and they became strangers to him. While I was a child at the time, and Mum kept us at a discrete arm’s length, I could see the anguish she was in: the tragedy of losing the essence of who her father was, before, finally, she lost him all together.