Growing up in London my father saw that our family wanted for nothing, myself and my two sisters always had presents for birthdays and Christmas, food on the table and clothes on our back.

We clashed, my Dad and I, when I was a teen, as most would I imagine but became closer as the years passed and I matured, and its only when I became a father myself did I realize the sacrifices and hard work he put in to keep our family provided for, he was our rock.

Fast forward many years and Dementia has struck, from his diagnoses several years back to today, he is now uncertain as to what he likes to eat at a restaurant, he's confused often, unsure, unable to remember unable to retain, mobility is poor, a shadow of the man he was.

I cant help him, no one can, but this isn't isolated to him, there are many globally in this same position, what I can do is find a way to contribute, in some way, to both him and others like him.

In September my sisters and I will take part in a memory walk to raise funds to find a cure to make Dads life and others like him better, its not much but its something. We all have something in our life that means something to us, for me this is it, for you it may be something else, this may be a cause you can donate too, it may not, either way I am grateful for the support however it comes.