Rachel Evans
Blog Post
My Dad was the type of man whom held the attention of a room full of people with his charismatic chat and charm. He was significantly slowed by a massive stroke 20 years ago, but he was still a conversationalist and social individual. He was surrounded by family and friends celebrating his 80th year, when not three months later he was poorly in hospital with very limited communication skills and suffering episodes of acute confusion and states of paranoid delusions.