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    <title>J'ai perdu ma mère 18 mois avant qu'elle ne meure</title>
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    <published>2012-09-27T03:41:39-04:00</published>
    <updated>2012-11-26T05:12:02-05:00</updated>
    <summary><![CDATA[DÉMENCES - Mohammed Ali est un personnage légendaire. J'ai interviewé quatre fois cet homme fascinant et j'ai eu la chance de retracer son ascension et sa chute. Mais ma vie n'a pas été définie par Mohammed Ali, Carrie Grant ou Orson Wells. Ma mère était une femme remarquable, partie trop discrètement.]]></summary>
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        <name>Michael Parkinson</name>
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    <content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/michael-parkinson/"><![CDATA[D&Eacute;MENCES - <a href="http://www.lemonde.fr/sport/video/2012/01/17/mohamed-ali-70-ans-et-toujours-le-plus-grand_1630683_3242.html" target="_hplink">Mohammed Ali est un personnage l&eacute;gendaire.</a> J'ai interview&eacute; quatre fois cet homme fascinant et j'ai eu la chance de retracer son ascension et sa chute. C'&eacute;tait un homme extraordinaire, un athl&egrave;te formidable, plein de charisme. Je n'ai d'ailleurs jamais rencontr&eacute; personne d'aussi envo&ucirc;tant.<br />
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Je me rappelle de la premi&egrave;re fois o&ugrave; je l'ai interview&eacute;, il m'a coup&eacute; le souffle. Il &eacute;tait merveilleux. L'homme le plus magnifique que j'ai jamais vu, dr&ocirc;le et formidable mais dot&eacute; d'une certaine innocence. Il &eacute;tait illettr&eacute; et ne savait pas &eacute;crire son propre nom, mais il se rappelait et r&eacute;citait de la po&eacute;sie. <br />
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Le privil&egrave;ge n'&eacute;tait pas tant de rencontrer cet homme, mais d'avoir pu retracer sa vie, lui qui, lors des quatre entretiens que nous avons eu en dix ans, m'a r&eacute;v&eacute;l&eacute; une phase importante de lui-m&ecirc;me &agrave; d'autres moments de son existence.<br />
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Mais ma vie n'a pas &eacute;t&eacute; d&eacute;finie par Mohammed Ali, Carrie Grant ou Orson Wells, mais bien par mes liens avec les personnes qui me sont proches. Mes derniers et plus importants souvenirs sont ceux de ma famille et de mes parents. Ma m&egrave;re &eacute;tait une femme remarquable mais elle est partie discr&egrave;tement. En regardant en arri&egrave;re, j'essaie de retrouver le moment o&ugrave; j'ai senti que quelque chose n'allait pas. <br />
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Parfois elle me disait des choses: qu'elle avait peur, que son esprit l'abandonnait et qu'elle ne se rappelait pas de certaines choses. Et je crois que nous sommes tr&egrave;s vite arriv&eacute;s &agrave; un stade o&ugrave; elle n'arrivait plus &agrave; se rappeler de ce qu'elle faisait. <br />
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Elle a &eacute;t&eacute; retrouv&eacute;e errant en chemise de nuit dans les rues de son ancien quartier, &agrave; la recherche de mon p&egrave;re, mort trente ans plus t&ocirc;t. Le lendemain, elle a eu une vague r&eacute;miniscence de ce qui s'&eacute;tait pass&eacute; et elle a invent&eacute; une histoire &agrave; propos de mon p&egrave;re. Dans sa t&ecirc;te, c'&eacute;tait un alcoolique, en train de se saouler au pub et elle &eacute;tait sortie le chercher l&agrave;-bas. Elle avait m&ecirc;me commenc&eacute; par appeler le concierge pour le rechercher, mais mon p&egrave;re ne buvait pas. <br />
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Arriv&eacute; &agrave; ce point, je ne savais pas si je devais rire ou pleurer. Je lui ai demand&eacute;&nbsp;: "Est-ce que je peux dire quelque chose&nbsp;?" Elle a dit&nbsp;: "Quoi&nbsp;?" J'ai r&eacute;pondu&nbsp;: "Mon p&egrave;re, ton mari, est mort il y a trente ans." Alors elle a r&eacute;torqu&eacute;&nbsp;: "Et bien, personne ne me l'a dit&nbsp;!" Je ne savais pas si je devais rire ou pleurer.<br />
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Je pense que le plus grand probl&egrave;me que vous avez lorsque vous devez faire face &agrave; quelqu'un souffrant de d&eacute;mence est que vous les perdez avant m&ecirc;me qu'ils ne meurent. J'ai perdu ma m&egrave;re dix-huit mois avant qu'elle ne meurt et je pense que c'est la plus grande des trag&eacute;dies. <br />
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<blockquote>Michael Parkinson soutient <a href="www.nhs.uk/dementia" target="_hplink">"A Day To Remember"</a> pour aider &agrave; augmenter le diagnostic pr&eacute;coce de d&eacute;mence en Angleterre. Pour plus d'informations &agrave; propos de la d&eacute;mence et des fa&ccedil;ons de d&eacute;celer les premiers signes, allez sur le site&nbsp;: <a href="http://www.nhs.uk/dementia" target="_hplink">www.nhs.uk/dementia</a></blockquote>]]></content>
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    <title>A Day to Remember</title>
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    <published>2012-09-21T09:49:43-04:00</published>
    <updated>2012-11-21T05:12:01-05:00</updated>
    <summary><![CDATA[Muhammad Ali came with a legend surrounding him. I interviewed him four times and was fortunate to map out the rise and fall of this fascinating man. He was an extraordinary man, and a great athlete, with charisma; nobody I have ever met had that in such abundance as he.]]></summary>
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        <name>Michael Parkinson</name>
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    <content type="html" xml:lang="en" xml:base="http://www.huffingtonpost.com/michael-parkinson/"><![CDATA[Muhammad Ali came with a legend surrounding him. I interviewed him four times and was fortunate to map out the rise and fall of this fascinating man. He was an extraordinary man, and a great athlete, with charisma; nobody I have ever met had that in such abundance as he. <br />
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I remember the first time I interviewed him, I found him breathtaking. He was wonderful. The most glorious man I have ever seen; funny and great but with a kind of innocence. He was illiterate and couldn't write his own name but could remember and recite poetry.<br />
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The privilege is not so much in the meeting of the man; its the charting of a mans life, who through the four interviews I did in ten years revealed a significant phase in a different time of his life. <br />
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But my life was not defined by Muhammad Ali, Carrie Grant or Orson Wells. It was defined by my relationships with those closest to me. My lasting and most important memories are about my family and my parents. My mother was a remarkable woman, but she slipped away and looking back I try to chart the moment I felt something was radically wrong. <br />
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Sometimes she would say things to me; that she was frightened, that her mind was going and that she couldn't remember things. And I think we very quickly got to a stage that she couldn't remember what she had done. <br />
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She was found wandering around the streets in her nightdress where she lived looking for my father who died 30 years ago. The next day she had a hazy recollection of what had happened and she'd invented some kind of fantasy about him. In her head she thought he was a drunkard and was in the pub getting 'drunk again' and she'd gone out to look for him. She even started to call the landlord to chase him but my father didn't drink. <br />
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At one point I didn't know whether to laugh or cry. I said to my mother,"Can I say something to you?" She said, "Whatʼs that?", I said, "my father, your husband died 30 years ago." And she said: "Well nobody told me!" I didn't know whether to laugh or cry!<br />
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I think the ultimate problem you have to face with anyone suffering with dementia is that you lose them before they die. I lost my mother 18 months before she died and that's the ultimate desperate tragedy I think. <br />
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<strong>Michael Parkinson supports A Day To Remember to help increase early diagnosis of dementia across England. For more information about dementia and how to spot the signs visit <a href="http://www.nhs.uk/dementia " target="_hplink">www.nhs.uk/dementia </a></strong>]]></content>
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