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Helen Ducker
Do I Know You?
“Do I Know You?” was the question he asked me last week.
We have been friends for over 25 years, but his memory now flashes in and out as it unravels.
Looking at this quilt from a distance you see complete pictures, and can
envisage their life together as a family.
Your brain fills in the missing details.
Look at him and see an elderly man, a grandfather.
Get up close and the detail is hard to grasp.
Talk to him and his present is hard to grasp.
Alzheimer’s is a hidden plague in our community, a secret cunningly concealed by the sufferers, and a burden shouldered in silence by carers, usually wives and daughters.
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