My grandmother was a terrific woman who lived an extremely full and interesting life. She loved three brilliant men, she adored her cruises, and she rocked a sequin top better than anyone I know.

As my grandma's memory started to fade, she began to tell the same stories over and over. She'd get confused and wander around in the night. Towards the end she often asked for her mother and believed she was a little girl living in Belgium. Watching her deteriorate physically and mentally until she no longer recognised any of us was devastating. 

I'm really proud to be dedicating my September race to my wonderful grandma Jean, who sadly passed away last year. Even though we miss her terribly, dementia had robbed her of everything she was, so we had already said our goodbyes before she passed.

If you'd like to support the work of Alzheimer's Society who fund ground-breaking research into dementia, please sponsor me for whatever you can afford.

Thanks!

George