A room full of memories

My daughter Sarah's first shoes
My daughter Sarah’s first shoes

I’ve always had a box where I’ve stored selected special items from the past – Sarah and Gemma’s first shoes, letters from them when they away from me, memorabilia from special events. I suppose I now look upon this blog as a means of recording recent memories of my thoughts and moments in life.

Since I helped Sarah pack her bags and move into her own house, I now have a spare room which I’ve turned into a memory room. On the walls are pictures of special places, special people and special prints. It has a calm atmosphere with nothing but happiness on the walls.

My dad during WW2
My dad during WW2

I imagine you’ve all got a small corner somewhere in your home where you also display things like this – if you haven’t, I’d urge you to dedicate a small (or large) piece of wall somewhere in your home where you can display, however randomly, photos that bring a smile to your face,  of special people and special places.

When I walk in my room, the only emotion I feel is one of happiness.

 

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About wendy7713

On the 31st July 2014 I was diagnosed with early onset Alzheimer’s. I may not have much of a short term memory anymore but that date is one I’ll never forget. I’m 58 years young, live happily alone in Yorkshire, have 2 daughters and I’m currently still in full time employment in the NHS. However, I’m now in the process of taking early retirement to give me a chance of enjoying life while I’m still me. I've started this blog to allow me, in the first instance, to write all my thoughts before they’re lost. If anyone chooses to follow my ramblings it will serve as a way of raising awareness on the lack of research into Alzheimer's. It will hopefully convey the helplessness of those diagnosed with dementia, as there is no cure – the end is inevitable. However, I’m also hoping I can convey that, although we've been diagnosed, people like me still have a substantial contribution to make; we still have a sense of humour; we sill have feelings. I’m hoping to show the reality of trying to cope on a day to day basis with the ever-changing environment that dementia throws at those diagnosed with the condition. What I want is not sympathy. What I want is simply to raise awareness.

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