![]() ![]() I remember Gran pulling my father close when we got to her bedside and asking him who I was in a voice shaking with confusion. He warned me she wasn’t feeling herself in that protective anodyne way that parents often shield their children from life’s realities. My grandmother had been in hospital for some time and my father had chosen until then to visit her alone. I was a boy when I first came across dementia. With the increasing number of people with dementia, becoming a befriender offers much to those impacted by it. ![]() ![]() Steve Watkins, who works in communications at Ealing Hospital, shares his personal story on how he volunteered to become a dementia befriender. ![]()
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