I consider myself a strong minded individual. I take control of my thoughts when they threaten to spiral out of control, I tend to think about only the good things in life to drown out the negative happenings but yesterday, this dementia crack got me right in the feels.
I grew up in the want of nothing and whilst my mother played a huge part in that, my father supplied it. Without being biased, he was the kindest, softest, most hard working man I knew. Incredibly intelligent, so caring and generous. His family were and still are his entire life, our happiness was his end goal.
He built his empire from the ground up with everyone around him doubting him, he saw something and he went and got it.
Since my Dad has been diagnosed, I have had people approach me on the street telling me stories about how their own father had no job, no one would take him on as he had very little qualifications and they approached my Dad and they were told to pick up a tool and get stuck into the work, I have counted how many people have approached me since my father was diagnosed with Dementia back in July and I came to 5 people. I know that sounds a little obnoxious but believe me, when one of your heroes is sick and you have random strangers approaching you on the street reminiscing about how incredible he was to them for no reason at all, you are going to want to ramble on about it.