Haha, Eddy, you'll be copping it from Boboff using all those smillies!
Anyhow...... I read this when you first posted & it's taken me all this time to answer you. Mainly because the scariest word in the english language to me, is Alzheimers. I'll happily chatter away about my death, how I want the family to deal with me after, what the others want in case they go before me, even how I'm going to go.
(According to little Leah who will inherit this house when we've gone, she will have to get a new bed because of all the blood when I die!!

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But every now & again, when one of the girls says something like 'or if you lose your marbles... etc etc... well, I clam up then. That's about the only thing that frightens the life out of me. I had my old nan living with us for the last 18 months of her life. My mum wouldn't have her in the 4 bedroom house (she was my stepdad's mum) - so I did in a 2 bed council flat with 2 babies of 8 weeks & 16 months when she first came. I wouldn't have done anything differently and I absolutely loved having her with me. But she was quite severe in the last 6 months and it was heartbreaking having to explain that granddad had died some 12 years beforehand every few days... and so on. Even now, it's still very painful & I'm sat with tears in my eyes just typing this and remembering it. Over the years, she was THE most important person to have ever come into my life & i feel blessed to have known her. (And funnily enough, even though I was 9 when I met her not ONCE did she forget who I was!)
I wish you every piece of good luck & best wishes for how this all pans out, Eddy. It's a complete bastard thing to happen xx