Love is a bond to someone that is far stronger than anything else that exists. My nanny looks after my Grandad every day; she has to find the things he loses, calm him when he gets into his panic attacks, remain calm herself when he becomes the most frustrating of people and remind him which is the hot or cold tap. Not once does she complain; she looks so exhausted from being his brain as well as hers. It breaks a heart to see someone that has been an intelligent, hard working and kind man become someone who is scared of life and to everyone who doesn't know him, seem dumb and useless. It must be so bewildering to not remember how the world around you works; to only be able to recall the things that happened fifty years ago. You know that panic when you think there is one more step than there is and your foot falls through mid-air, or when you rock on your chair and for a moment you think you will fall. He is falling through mid-air; with every gap in his memory, the floor from underneath him is pulled away and he is left in such a petrifying place. I wish we could wrap people in cotton wool and keep them from hurting, from fearing. I don't like to think of someone so clever feeling so alone and isolated. I wish I could join him in his alien world and help my nanny from being pulled into it with him. She never even raises her voice towards him. They have been married for 64 years and yet they still love as if they have their whole lives ahead of themselves again. I love you both so much. This is so hard.