Dementia UK

Ian and I met at a drama group in 1992 when I was 21 and he was 34. He was just lovely; caring, considerate, and supportive. Ian would chat with anyone and everyone, and he didn’t take himself too seriously. I fell for him far too quickly but was reluctant to get involved until I’d finished my university studies. He totally understood that, and quietly waited in the wings, always at the end of the phone for a chat and a laugh.
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