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Thank you for the Music

I’ve written before about how music, like a popular Dutch beverage, reaches the parts other things can’t. Today, I spent a lovely morning at an Alzheimer’s Society Singing for the Brain session in Coventry, hosted by Dave Willetts, swapping the West … Continue reading

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Little Things Mean a Lot

My love affair with music, all kinds of music, began at a very early age. When we went out shopping, Mum would leave me in the area of the store which sold what were once referred to as record players … Continue reading

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It Wasn’t Supposed To Be Like This

Mum was quite distressed when I called in this evening, but she brightened up quickly. The mother-son bond still survives the ravages of dementia. We sat, we sang, we laughed. These days, Mum will sometimes talk to herself. What she … Continue reading

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I Saw a Mouse. Where?

Music has always played a huge part in my life. When I was small, there always seemed to be music in the house, whether it was Mum’s dawn-to-dusk consuming of BBC Radio 2 or Dad’s magna voce repertoire of the … Continue reading

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The Look

It’s the look. The look that chills. It’s the look which says: “Do I know you? And if I do, who are you?” That was how Mum welcomed me today. She was sitting in the “quiet room” and was given no advance warning of … Continue reading

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Heartbreak and Laughter

Being close to a person living with dementia really does mess up your emotions. That sounds selfish – I’m not the one who’s been cut adrift from family and friends – but as discussed before, tears and smiles often go … Continue reading

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Pickin’ a Chicken

As I write this, I’m staring at a photograph of my lovely Mum, taken at my wedding with my best woman Becky. The photo stands on the windowsill behind the desk, a constant reminder of one of the happiest days … Continue reading

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