Becky Farran, 30, from Blackpool
Handing my grandad a cup of tea, he smiled.
‘Thanks, love,’ he said, gratefully.
‘You’re welcome,’ I replied.
We’d always been a tight-knit family – me, my mum Michelle, 54, my dad Mark, 55, my brother Daniel, 28, and my grandparents, Bob, 77, and Katherine, 69.
But five years ago, just two years into his retirement, Grandad was sadly diagnosed with vascular dementia.
He was only in his early 70s.
I was living in France, and I hadn’t seen him as regularly as I’d have liked – so I hadn’t noticed the deterioration.
But when I saw him, changes in him were stark.
He was forgetting simple words, like ‘vegetable’, and he would get lost easily.
It was tough, and I had my own problems,…
