“I don’t know who you are… but I know I love you.”

My Nan held my face, looked straight at me and said those words.

In that moment, I knew she was gone, even though she was standing right in front of me. But I also knew she meant it. The love was still there.

Caring for my Nan while she lived with dementia was bittersweet. There were funny moments when she’d say things without inhibition and make us laugh. But there were also moments of fear and confusion. She never really understood what was happening to her, and slowly we lost her long before we had to say goodbye.

That’s why I’m walking 13 miles around London to raise money for the incredible work of the Alzheimer’s Society.

I’m aiming to raise £200. If you’re able to donate, I’d be so grateful. Because I know I’m not the only one who has loved someone living with dementia.