And now, for a story

My uncle had Alzheimers. (Get back here, I’ll be quick!) Waaaay back then it wasn’t called Alzheimers or dementia. We brushed it off as him just being silly. He would call up his brother-in-law and talk about past events as if it happened yesterday. I remember once he took a night bus to another state, but due to a comedy of errors he ended up back home. At the bus station, he called my aunt and said, “Wow, this town is totally like home! You should see it! Look, it even has the same coffee shop!” It took him a run-in with a friend to realise where he was, and it became a story we’d laugh over during family reunions. Then in 2009-2010, my aunt suddenly passed away in her sleep. My dad headed to Terengganu for the funeral (aunt was my dad’s sister). In the church, my dad...

In Memory: A Tribute to Sir Terry Pratchett