We've all heard the phrase "Growing old gracefully", perhaps used a little too flippantly these days, but will that be the case? When, like me you are a twenty something young man, the nature of your own mortality rarely comes to mind. At the risk of sounding morbid, I find this astonishing because age is a destiny we will all have to face. We all hope that our twilight years will be spent relatively pain free, cherishing the fruits of our labour and loved ones. Unfortunately, this is a luxury afforded to fewer people then ever before. Some of us will become prisoners of our minds, retreating fretfully into a quagmire of mismatched memories. Whilst those dearest to us watch helplessly, as we descend ever further down the dark tunnel of incoherence that is Dementia. This evil disease is not picky, paying no heed to fame or fortune. I have a close connection to the horrors of Dementia, watching my grandmother succumb to its clutches. At the time of her passing, she wa