My mum's death was bad enough. But when I heard that my uncle Raymond was in a care home with dementia or Alzheimer’s Disease, that struck me deeply. Uncle Raymond, who I always remember as that youthful and cheerful uncle. Friendlier than my own father. Death is upon us. Gently holding us in its fingers. Leading us away.

My mum's death was bad enough. But when I heard that my uncle Raymond was in a care home with dementia or Alzheimer’s Disease, that struck me deeply. Uncle Raymond, who I always remember as that youthful and cheerful uncle. Friendlier than my own father. Death is upon us. Gently holding us in its fingers. Leading us away.