My Nana has Alzheimer's. Sometimes she forgets what just happened yesterday. Other times she forgets long term memories,like her childhood. Sometimes she even forgets me.

At times when she forgets, I usually try to do something to remind her. At the care home, she has all her things with her, so I at least have some options to choose from. I read our favourite books out loud:'What Katy Did', 'Born to Run' and 'The Bomber Dog'. I'll put on some records for her, well, us, because I love them too. Our favourite bands are The Monkees, The Beatles, The Lovin' Spoonful, The Kinks and ABBA. Especially The Monkees, our favourite is David Jones. Not long after I read or put the records on, my Nana remembers and is joining in with me, either reading along with me, or singing to the songs.

This particular day, whilst I was at the care home, talking with Nana, she said something odd. I was used to her saying things like this, but this time she seemed to have meant it. I could tell because if she forgot something or thought something else, her soft blue eyes would look misty, like a boat lost at sea.

She put a hand on my trouser and said "It's today that something important happened. I've been wanting to tell you and I was determined not to forget. 50 years ago today, on the 6th of January, 1967, I met someone, very special."

"Who was it?" I was almost dumbstruck. It was many years since Nana had been this certain about something, and seemed to be remembering very clearly.

"Look under the bed, you'll find something there." She replied enigmatically.

I got off my wooden chair and bent down under her bed. I'd never noticed a gap under her bed before, it was just...there. I put my ear to the floor and plunged my hand beneath the bed, moving it left to right. My brown hand soon reached something hard. I grasped it carefully but firmly, and gently pulled it out.

I got up and stared at the object. It was a large, thick book with a hard, brown cover. It was dog-eared and scratched,with pieces paper sticking out. On the front was printed the words:My Diary.

I sat down and looked at Nana. She smiled kindly.

"Open it, to this day, 50 years ago".

I looked at the front page first. It had my Nana's name on it. Grace Brook . I flicked through the pages, seeing snippets of words and photos as I turned to the day in question. Finally I found it. I started to read out loud.

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