Half time - nice moment!

[guancheblade]

That old guy will never forget it.

Is this a sick joke?

 

[PeterNdlovu081]

 

[GodricBlade]

Unfortunately I had to miss Saturday's game as I'm travelling overseas with work - but I'd have been a soggy mess if I'd have seen this live. Now sat in bed in a hotel in Dubai with tears rolling down my face. What an amazing experience for Frank.
It's a fucker of an illness dementia and good for Frank, his family & United for doing something like this to raise a bit of awareness about it.

 

[1889]

Ian Botham said openly he stopped visiting his dad in the care home because pops no longer knew who his son was.

My Dad suffered with dementia for five years before he died. My Mum heroically cared for him, with my help. as long as she possibly could, but eventually he too tragically had to go into residential care.

I visited him every alternate day to my Mum, throughout his eighteen month stay, each time I sat with him for an hour, despite the fact he had long since sadly lost the power of speech. I nodded, shook my head and laughed as I guessed appropriate, in response to his incoherent conversation. Many of the fellow sufferers in his care home didn’t get a single visit from one month to the next and they’d ask me if I’d seen their relatives.

Towards the end, he was regularly hospitalised and I’d visit him every dinner and tea time to feed him, because there just weren’t enough staff. I walked every step of his journey through that awful disease and when he died, I took great comfort in the fact that I know my Dad knew how much I loved him, I knew no son could have done more for a father and when I look back, I have not one jot of regret.

In all honesty, I can’t be sure if my Dad knew who I was, but the crux of the matter is, I certainly knew who he was.

As far as I’m concerned, Ian Botham and many like him, should hang their fucking heads in shame

 

[GodricBlade]

My Dad suffered with dementia for five years before he died. My Mum heroically cared for him, with my help. as long as she possibly could, but eventually he too tragically had to go into residential care.

I visited him every alternate day to my Mum, throughout his eighteen month stay, each time I sat with him for an hour, despite the fact he had long since sadly lost the power of speech. I nodded, shook my head and laughed as I guessed appropriate, in response to his incoherent conversation. Many of the fellow sufferers in his care home didn’t get a single visit from one month to the next and they’d ask me if I’d seen their relatives.

Towards the end, he was regularly hospitalised and I’d visit him every dinner and tea time to feed him, because there just weren’t enough staff. I walked every step of his journey through that awful disease and when he died, I took great comfort in the fact that I know my Dad knew how much I loved him, I knew no son could have done more for a father and when I look back, I have not one jot of regret.

In all honesty, I can’t be sure if my Dad knew who I was, but the crux of the matter is, I certainly knew who he was.

As far as I’m concerned, Ian Botham and many like him, should hang their fucking heads in shame

My Father-in-Law (now dearly departed) had 2 types of dementia and my Mother-in-Law has now been diagnosed with vascular dementia & Alzheimer’s.

A friend’s mum also has it & we all had the same bit of advice from the nurses.

They used the analogy of the memory being like a book shelf with the most recent memories on the top shelf & the oldest on the bottom. Dementia is like shaking the shelves - & its the ones on the top shelves that fall off. So people struggle to recall recent events - like your care-home or hospital visits - yet they remember stuff from many years ago with vivid clarity.

However, the emotional part of their brain functions pretty much as normal. So whilst they may not remember the details or the reasons why, they’ll know they felt happy, loved & cared for - if that was indeed how they were treated.

So you’re right pal - your Dad will have felt all the love you gave him.

 

[FleaPitBlade]

Lovely touch but it doesn't surprise me... There are some absolute diamonds behind the scenes at SUFC. They're the folk who make the club what it is.

 

[Northyorksblade]

My Dad suffered with dementia for five years before he died. My Mum heroically cared for him, with my help. as long as she possibly could, but eventually he too tragically had to go into residential care.

I visited him every alternate day to my Mum, throughout his eighteen month stay, each time I sat with him for an hour, despite the fact he had long since sadly lost the power of speech. I nodded, shook my head and laughed as I guessed appropriate, in response to his incoherent conversation. Many of the fellow sufferers in his care home didn’t get a single visit from one month to the next and they’d ask me if I’d seen their relatives.

Towards the end, he was regularly hospitalised and I’d visit him every dinner and tea time to feed him, because there just weren’t enough staff. I walked every step of his journey through that awful disease and when he died, I took great comfort in the fact that I know my Dad knew how much I loved him, I knew no son could have done more for a father and when I look back, I have not one jot of regret.

In all honesty, I can’t be sure if my Dad knew who I was, but the crux of the matter is, I certainly knew who he was.

As far as I’m concerned, Ian Botham and many like him, should hang their fucking heads in shame

I know people like Ian Botham, who've abandoned relatives because 'it upsets them too much to see them with dementia.' I just don't get it. I couldn't live with myself if I'd left mum to rot. Your last sentence sums it up 100%.