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BUPA London 10,000 2015 · 25 May 2015 ·

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My Dad (William Mitten) was a supportive father, that everyone could have, he love spending time with his children, he was a active person who love playing sport like football and cricket. We still have one of his Cricket bat at home, that he like to play with us. Every picture that we have in our photo album, he's with children in all ages or playing football or cricket with the boys or his brothers. 

I remember my dad who sit next to you when i'm not well, his hugs, which was full of love and kindness, was the best thing i ever wish for. He did give me a £1 coin for braveness and that brought a smile to my face every time I remember.  

But sadly the sign of dementia was slowing showing itself. The first sign was forgiveness, the first memory I encountered was waking up in the morning. Every morning my dad always wake me and my sister every morning on Monday to Friday but my dad was waking us up not once or twice, it was mostly third or fourth time in each morning, until we had to get up. The best memory I have was at night with me and my sister, we were watching a horror movie in the bedroom, we were so in to it but we didn't know how my dad time it so well, by the time Scream reach or ran through the door in the movie and at the same time, my dad quick walk through the bedroom door, me and my sister scream our heads off and jump on the other side of the bed. He didn't say anything and close the door. Every time me and sister try to watch a horror movie again in our bedroom, we couldn't get thought of dad quick walk through the door, so we stop watching horror movie in our bedroom again.

One day, my mum took my dad to the hospital for a test for dementia and the result came back, it was positive, it change our live forever. So one day we all came cares and young care for my dad. Every day was a task to look after him and daily routine. He was a supportive father to me when i was young, he was always looking me and protective but now i came loving supportive daughter to him, bring there for him brought a smile to his face. I even give up all my free time to support him, I should be spending time with my friends like all young adult should but it didn't happen. It was hard watching my dad slowing losing his memories of his loving family. So decision we had to do was put my dad in a care home, so they can mange his aggression, what he had  when we was dealing with him.

As Alzheimer disease slowing destroying his brain over the year and causing to lose more of his loving memories, but now he isn't talking much but he is still showing he is still there by showing his loving gesture at me, by smiling and hugging. He like playing nursing rhyme by fingers and communicating to me by fingers at me. The funniest moment i remember when me and my sister and her daughter went to the care home for the day to see if his OK. The best thing is that it was over a cup of tea, He had a cup of tea first but the tea tastered funny and give it to me but when I took one taste, i give my dad a funny look and put the tea down on the table, by when the carer ask us if we wanted a cup of tea, which we did. Then 3 fresh of cup of tea turn up and place on the table, when my dad pick up the tea which it was fresh, when i pick up mine plus my sister daughter pick her one up too. By then the last tea on the table was the one that tastered funny but my sister didn't know about that, so she took that one. When she tasted it, she give me and my dad a look which was bad.

I still remember when my dad spoke to me in the care home for the last time and until day i still remember it, he said to me that "he wanted to go home", he never mention home for a long time but it not the home i was thinking of, it is the home where his mum and dad was. All i could say was "soon dad Soon"

That is my story about my dad over the year of Alzheimer Disease, it turn him from a loving supportive father into a shell of himself, which it was empty, there was no memories in there. But sadly my dad lost his fight to Alzheimer's disease last year in June, it one week after the 10,000 bupa marathon in 2014.   

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