There are moments I feel alarmed about the day Mr Dementia is going to grab that bloody eraser and rub out the memory of my husband and two beautiful sons, of our shared times of love and fun together. As you know, it has already started happening, but the thought of not remembering having given birth to my own child, or of getting married is for very hard to bear. A girlfriend sent me a text message over this festive season, with the ending, Love Sue xx. I replied, the same to you, but Sue Who? It took her a few days to get back to me as she realised the dementia must be getting worse, and how I might be on the phone was possible a little daunting for her. We spoke today, and I remembered her voice and most of our times together, but she is now known affectionately as Sue Who! I think it must be almost as awful for my family and friends thinking about me not knowing who they are, or not remembering our shared special times together, as it is for me. My mother mentioned a funeral she and dad attended recently, where an elderly person who dad knew as a child did not remember him, and how upset he felt about it. How will this be if and when I don’t remember him, I wonder. The thought of looking in the mirror and wondering who it is, now that is pretty weird (perhaps that might suit my weirdness??). But, remembering that I can’t remember… well, that is just an absolute pain in the arse!