Dementia: Going Home

I woke at one this morning after going to bed before nine.

On Remembrance Sunday I thought of my dear dad, sadly no longer with us.

Finbar’s words express far better than I could what a wonderful father he was:

As a Tail Gunner with a Lancaster crew, he flew over 40 missions.  When I thought about what ‘ops’ I would be on today my mission became clear: to travel to Coventry to hold my mum and my brother’s hand.  Mum has vascular dementia, John has Alzheimer’s.  It is possible that neither of them will recognise me.  However, I know I’ll remember them and it’s what dad would have wanted.

I’ll be setting off shortly and may post more when I arrive at my hotel in Coventry.

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