I got a call at work on Friday at 4pm from my brother saying "Hi, just to let you know Adam is playing the bagpipes at Nans in an hour" Oh right! Since when! In a state of shock as Adam is my young cousin and lives in Scotland and this was all news to me! So my brother continues saying did Dad forget to tell you!

My nan has Alzheimers and has finally had to go into a care home as she needs more care than what we can give her. It is comforting she thinks Dial House is her home and often wants to get up to see us out and lock her front door (even though she can no longer walk)

Before I had time to think about anything, I was so touched that my family had come down from Scotland, without me knowing and my cousin was performing in an hour. I just had to be there, despite having plans, no way was I going to miss this. I wasn't even thinking of a "camera moment" til my brother said don't worry I will get your camera! Cheers bro!

I arrived at my nans to find my cousin dressed in all his Scottish finery, I haven't seen him dressed like that since my brothers wedding 5 years ago! Then I saw my Uncle and Aunt in Scottish trousers, tie and neckercheif. WOW they had gone to town (we are not Scottish, but they have lived there for 20 odd years!) I continued walking into the dining area, only to see a beautiful arrangement of tartan tablemats, table runners and beautiful scottish flowers with favours on the table with all the residents sat waiting for Haggis!

I felt so proud that my Uncle had arranged this with the events co-ordinator Sue at Dial House....(since moving out of my parents a few months ago I am behind on what's happenening!) My cousin from Scotland Adam is a Police Officer and was allowed the time off, not only that, my Aunties friend Jane helped with hand making the table runners, favours and another lady did the flowers. The atmosphere was great, ok so most would forget in the morning, but for that moment in time, they had all enjoyed themselves with haggis and a scottish tipple. I saw more than that, I was so touched by the community in Scotland, who had clearly gone to heartfelt lengths to make it happen. I will send them an old fashioned hand writen letter rather than an email to give them thanks for what they have done.

Until we are in a situation, we sometimes don't know how we will react. So many emotions I won't go into or this blog will end up a book! The main thing for now is, my nan still remembers me, and tells me I'm beautiful, notices I have had my hair done and my son (the boy) is growing into a handsome young man and you also ask hows my house coming along.

This disease seems to run in the family with your brother and sisters, I hope with all the technology, they will find a cure, I am not afraid if I get this in 50 years, but I sure do hope that they can freeze my brain cells soon! This photo is hanging in my new home, everytime I look at this, I smile. I used to think the older you get Nan the shorter you grew, but you didn't grow old, to me you grew forever young. Happy Burns Night Nan. I will never forget this night 25/01/2013 x