I was commenting on another blog after reading a comment about memory and people remembering things you don't and vice versa.
This started as a very simple comment and spiralled into something that made me cry.
My Great Aunt had alzheimers before she passed away last year. (Am amazed I spelt that correctly first time without a spell check) She had an amazing memory for the past and things when she was little.
She used to mistake me for a young version of my Dad and would talk to me about experiences she'd had with him when he was my age and younger. She'd also talk lovingly to me about "your new son, that's giving you all the worry", meaning me being born prematurely. I'd comfort her concern by saying "Ben will be ok, he'll be ok... I know it's hard not to worry but he'll be ok"
It wasn't till her funeral that I learnt about her amazing life where she continually preferred other people to her own ambitions. She was a school teacher for many years and then, when my grandfather passed away, she moved to be near my Granny.
