A story about supporting a person with dementia in the community “Hello, is this my father? This is your number one daughter speaking.” There is an emergency call from my father, the first for the day. Actually, they’re all emergency calls, generated by a red button device that’s been sitting next to his chair for a few… Read More

A smile lights up his face as I knock on the back door. “You are here,” he says, as he keeps wiping the sink. We don’t do hugs much, never have. He has shrunk and become more stooped in the three months since I’ve seen him. Surely he’s not wearing the same clothes I saw… Read More