The Ball was born from the hearts of a small group of young Geelong locals — friends who had each watched dementia reshape someone they loved.
They weren’t medical experts. They weren’t millionaires. They were designers, carers, musicians, baristas — everyday people who had sat by hospital beds, repeated the same conversation for the third time in an hour, and grieved while the person was still alive.
They started the Forget Me Not Ball not because it was easy — but because someone had to.
United by memory and loss, they built something grassroots. A rebellion against silence. A love letter to those who forget. A promise that we won’t.
