My father

My mam had had it but she was in the care home near the railway bridge on Furlong Rd Goldthorpe. The last few years I'm pretty sure she didn't know who I was. I remember how she snapped at the other inmates for no apparent reason.

It's a horrible thing to deal with, I wish you well mate.

 

Sorry to hear about this mate, as someone who has known your Dad before you all moved away.

My wife’s step dad is suffering badly with it as well. It truly is an awful affliction and my thoughts are with you all.

 

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Cheers Andy

 

How are your mother and brother - hopefully doing o.k. ?

 

It’s a brutal disease. My Nan had it & I used to go visit her with my dad & grandad once a week after she went into a home. She soon forgot me & then she forgot my dad & then eventually forgot my Grandad.

My Grandad then died & my dad used to go see her a couple of times a week for I think 4 or 5 years after he died & it used to break him every time he went but he felt like he had to go as if he didn’t she’d barely ever get a visitor & my Grandad would go most days when he was alive.

I’m envious of anyone that’s never experienced it, it’s hard to describe how tough it is seeing the effect it has on a family. I just hope my parents don’t end up with it

 

My Dad had it.....My brother in law.....My Mother in law. and now sister in law..... horriible disease takes all dignity away from them.
Then the people who have to lovingly care for them ...they have no life whatsoever
In the end it is a blessing when
they pass away because there is no quality of life left

 

Mi Mam hasn't known me for about 18 months now, although now & again I see that look that I think something has connected but yep really sad,sad,sad.

 

The last time I saw my mam, we sat for the best part of an hour, mostly me talking to her about the old days etc. Just got the occasional word out of her. When I got up to leave, I asked her if she knew who I was. She said "Is it Eric?", my name is Brian, my dad was Gordon and my brother is Anthony (Tony), I don't know anyone called Eric, so I have no idea where that came from.

 

When I visited my Grandma with my Dad & my kids another woman came over and started talking as though we were her family so of course we humoured her. A look of total confusion came across my Grandma's face and she said very sharply "Do you know them?" She knew we belonged to her, even though she couldn't remember names. Memory is an odd thing.