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The document is a narrative exploring the experiences of a son discussing his father's dementia, reflecting on his father's past activities and achievements. It highlights the gradual changes in the father's mental state and the son's observations of these changes. The conversation reveals the father's memories and emotions related to his life before dementia set in.

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Take Care, Son The Story of My Dad and His Dementia Multiformat Download

The document is a narrative exploring the experiences of a son discussing his father's dementia, reflecting on his father's past activities and achievements. It highlights the gradual changes in the father's mental state and the son's observations of these changes. The conversation reveals the father's memories and emotions related to his life before dementia set in.

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Hi Dad . . . can we have a chat about your dementia . . . Can you
remember how it started?

Dementia?
Dementia, is that what I had . . . Ha ha . . . I had dementia and you
ask if I remember how it started . . . Ha, that’s funny.
Let me think . . . I mean, it’s not like it just starts like a cough or a
toothache, it’s something that creeps up on you.
Because when your mum died . . . I threw myself into things . . . I
was very active in mind and body. I wasn’t going to sink under . . .
I loved painting . . . watercolours . . . I did my own Christmas card
every year. People looked forward to them, you know. Course, I had
my pets in every one. Tee hee.
I loved golf . . . I wasn’t very good, mind. I did enjoy the company,
though, and the exercise . . . and I was the Seniors President too.

“Fore!”
I liked being involved in the community. I was a bit of a committee
man: the golf club; Probis; the War Memorial Trust. I liked a debate,
a bit of a fight if I’m honest.
How about your great achievement? You know, your First World War
project.

Aye? Oh yes, that was an achievement, wasn’t it . . . You mean


researching all the lads from the town who died in the Great War.
Great task, more like . . . phew . . .
But Dad, the mental strength it took to do all that research. The
hours of research, late nights . . . You were relentless.

Yes I know! It was hard, but someone had to do it. Someone had to
chronicle all those lads who perished. Every single name is now in
remembrance books, and I got the council to create a memorial
garden. Proud of that, you know.

We were proud of you too.


I loved playing my piano . . . Boogie Woogie and blues. . . . I played
in bands in the army, I was that good.
I enjoyed a pint . . . especially with my lads talking football, politics,
music . . . you can’t beat a pint and a chat in a good pub.
And of course my dog Lossie . . . my lovely best pal. Always there for
me. Kept loneliness at the door. Oh Lossie.
But things began to change didn’t they . . . we noticed you weren’t
the same but we couldn’t pin it down. It was just a . . . feeling we
had.

Yes . . . things did change slowly . . . I mean we all forget, and that’s
the problem – when do you realise it’s a different form of forgetting?

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