Dad was diagnosed with dementia at age 66, although it was apparent he had been experiencing problems with his memory for a good few years prior. Over the following 5 years we watched a man who was larger than life slowly fade away until he no longer recognised us, and we no longer recognised who he had become. Dementia isn’t called the Long Goodbye for no reason.

We don’t want other families to go through what we went through, and hope for a world where they won’t have to.