This afternoon I watched “Terry Pratchett – Living with Alzheimer’s”.

It follows Terry Prachett, an amazing author, for the first year after he is diagnosed with Alzheimer’s

It was hard to watch

A man, dealing with the knowledge that it’s only time before he forgets everything he knows, before his soul is stolen from him by an invisible enemy.

It was a bit close to home I think, but I couldn’t help but feel the eyes start to well up when he started speaking about the night his daughter was born

It wasn’t so much the events he described, but the quiver in his voice as he listed off the small details of one of his favourite memories, with the knowledge that one day it will all be gone.

I’m not sure what memory would be most treasured… I can’t really decide… but I have a feeling it’s a question that may stay with me for a while.

My eyes are wet again just thinking about it all again.

Please give our love to Nana when you see her.