CARING FOR DAD
Aug 31, 2021
4 minutes
WORDS: ASHLEIGH PAGE.
Sitting around the kitchen table with my mum Teresa, then 57, my two brothers Dale, 32, and Ryan, 27, we heard my dad Vince, 60, coming in the front door from his job as a delivery driver.
‘You’ll never guess what I did today,’ he said, shaking his head. ‘I only forgot to do one of my deliveries!’ We all burst out laughing, teasing him for being so forgetful just weeks before he was due to retire, in summer 2013. Only, from then on, his memory started getting worse and worse.
I’d come home to Carlisle from Leeds, where I was studying for my degree
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