Some years ago, my grandmother was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. I remember it started innocuously enough, forgetting words in conversation, thinking it was just a little old-age forgetfulness. But what followed was a long and arduous journey that so many others in her position have faced – the gradual decline of memory, function and ultimately, identity. But Gran was one of …
No time for Dad, an SMS will have to do.
I write this the day before turning 45, wow, 45. Surely by now I’m meant to have more answers than questions? I expected I would have the day to day in hand with a clear direction on how to make the most of my decades of experience at both work and home. Why is it then life often feels more …