Tommy sees himself as a candle, a little less each day but a flame that keeps burning bright – never give up on us
I think of myself like a candle.
I used to be a candle about eight feet tall-burning bright.
But every day I lose a little bit of me.
One day the candle will be very small.
But my flame will be just as bright.
People with dementia are like candles, everyday we lose a little bit of ourselves and we know that one day our candle will be very small, but we know our flame will be just as bright. Never give up on us.
