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  1. My Story

    I visited Dad as part of my regular visits on 17 February 2010. For the first time it was clear he didn't recognise me. I always knew this would happen one day but it was still hard. He clearly thought I was someone he should know but couldn't quite place. I had taken one of his jackets I had had dry cleaned and he didn't recognise it as his and thought it was new. There is no problem with Dad not knowing it is just so sad.
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