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This Story about my dad William Mitten, he suffered 7 year through Alzheimer Disease. 

My Dad teach us everything in wood work because he used to work with wood and made a lot of stuff, the funniest memories when he told us he gonna teach me and sister to hammer a nail into the wood. The way is hammer the nail in the wood was brilliant, with 2 taps and bang the nail is in the wood. When i try to do it but i keep hamming the wood not the nail, plus my sister was all over the place. But my dad just stood there and laugh at us and told us to keep trying.  When we are not hamming nail into the wood, my dad help us in our maths homework, he was best at add, subtract, multiplying and division, he always there to help us. One day i even told him that you can do our maths homework dad, he just told us to do it's easy.

My dad was a football crazy, he love watching football on TV, he mostly watch Manchester united or England,  we couldn't turn over until football was finished. My school give us some football tickets to see, it was a local football team Millwall, my dad love going to Millwall football club to see a match, sometime he will go with his sons or brothers plus all the family go there to. My dad loves to do word search every time and finish the book within a week or 2, sometime he let me have a go at it, but he always told to check of the book for answer, but we all say it's cheating, he will say it's checking

One day went hospital with my mum because my dad since to forget things and repeating words all the time. They give my dad a memory test and that when we found out the my dad was diagnose with Alzheimer's. It changed our life's, we all need to step us and do thing to help my dad, like my mum had to quit her job after Christmas to come a full time carer, my sister came a young carer even know she had a full time job on top of it, has for me I look after is medical carer like dealing to medical drugs to slow down the Alzheimer disease. It was hard to deal with knowing I was pregnant with my daughter.

One year we put him into a rest bite and it give the family a break from his aggression, but it was only 2 break and that put us as a family in a situation, we need to put him into a home carer for good. When we did put my dad in a care home, some of the family did go and see him and spend time with him, it was hard at first because he went to return home, he didn't like there and try to escape, which he did. 

Slowly he did settle down and the care home became his home, he like to walk round the place a lot, when me and my sister plus my daughter went up there to see him, we all became like family to the care worker and chatting with them when they had time or give us a cup of tea. Every time I see dad, I greeted him with a cheerful hello with a smile but I never say dad because he didn't remember me a daughter to him, but he did smile at me when I say hello with my sister. I still love his hugs every time. Slowly the communication like word between me and my dad slowly dead away, sometime we had nothing to say, so my sister started a hand communication with him and my daughter play little games with him which he goes enjoys.   

7 years watching my dad suffered and lose his memory's of all his love one, is heart breaking, to see the emptiness in his eyes. Leaving him in the care home very Sunday and doesn't remember why he is there in the first place. So very year I started to run a marathon and to raise money to find or create a cure to stop this disease, which destroying memory which only created once in your life time. Sadly he past away in the year 2014 a week after my 10k marathon.