My mom just called me 5 mins ago to tell me the same thing she told me 2 times already today. What's interesting: she has never been so creative when it comes to telling stories. None of them are true. But still creative. Last time she told me she met our mayor and she even stood right next to him. It was actually just a poster.
I'm so sorry. My grandfather has dementia but hasn't forgotten us yet and every single time I see him, I am beyond thankful to hear him greet me by name. He made up a song he always sang to me growing up (it embarrassed the hell out of me) and he still remembers it and sings it to me. I have recorded it. Even though he still has these memories, he still seems like a shell of his former self. He has forgotten everything else- he can't make himself a sandwich or go to the bathroom in his house without asking where it is; he asks me how old he is all of the time. I saw him last Sunday and it went like this:
Him: how old am I?! Me: 86, Pop.
Him: Holy! I am almost at the pearly gates then! <laughs>
Vorschrift on May 14th, 2025 at 19:03 UTC »
I feel you.
My mom just called me 5 mins ago to tell me the same thing she told me 2 times already today. What's interesting: she has never been so creative when it comes to telling stories. None of them are true. But still creative. Last time she told me she met our mayor and she even stood right next to him. It was actually just a poster.
greeneyedbandit82 on May 14th, 2025 at 19:09 UTC »
I'm so sorry. My grandfather has dementia but hasn't forgotten us yet and every single time I see him, I am beyond thankful to hear him greet me by name. He made up a song he always sang to me growing up (it embarrassed the hell out of me) and he still remembers it and sings it to me. I have recorded it. Even though he still has these memories, he still seems like a shell of his former self. He has forgotten everything else- he can't make himself a sandwich or go to the bathroom in his house without asking where it is; he asks me how old he is all of the time. I saw him last Sunday and it went like this:
Him: how old am I?! Me: 86, Pop.
Him: Holy! I am almost at the pearly gates then! <laughs>
May he never lose his sense of humor.
jough22 on May 14th, 2025 at 19:11 UTC »
I'm so sorry to hear that. Knocking on the door of that with a parent myself.
I hope you don't mind, but I tried to clean up the photo a bit.