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Or at least it showed itself to the family for the first time...
My 98 year old grandma lives in Sun City. She's lived in a retirement community for the past 10 years or so in her own apartment.
My parents have a place in Chicago and a 2nd home in Phoenix. This is the first year that they'll be using their place in Phoenix for the entire winter.
So my grandma doesn't get to see my parents too often. She sees my wife and I a couple times a month and has never had a problem recognizing us.
On Thankgiving day my parents picked up grandma and brought her out to our house. When she got here she gave me a hug and kiss and she seemed ok. A few minutes later she says to me "whos house is this". I said it was mine and Char's. She said "No, you're lying. This is her house" (meaning my mother). I said no grandma this is my house.
A few minutes later she comes up to me and my dad and asks who my dad is... I tell her that he is my father and her daughters husband. She says ok. A couple more minutes pass and she says "I know what you two are doing and it's not right. You're both sleeping with her".... her being my mother
She was so lost it was just sad. This was an extremely intelligent and proud women. Her mind had been sharp as a tack until she became dehydrated about 2 years ago. After that, it has been a slow slide downhill.
It really tears me up to see her like this. She has said for years that she's lived long enough, out living all her friends and relatives of the same generation. I hope for her sake she doesn't last much longer like this. IMO without quality of life, life isn't worth living.
No matter what I still love her more than anything. I've always told her that there was less of a generation gap between us than there was between my parents and myself.
Here's to you gram
My 98 year old grandma lives in Sun City. She's lived in a retirement community for the past 10 years or so in her own apartment.
My parents have a place in Chicago and a 2nd home in Phoenix. This is the first year that they'll be using their place in Phoenix for the entire winter.
So my grandma doesn't get to see my parents too often. She sees my wife and I a couple times a month and has never had a problem recognizing us.
On Thankgiving day my parents picked up grandma and brought her out to our house. When she got here she gave me a hug and kiss and she seemed ok. A few minutes later she says to me "whos house is this". I said it was mine and Char's. She said "No, you're lying. This is her house" (meaning my mother). I said no grandma this is my house.
A few minutes later she comes up to me and my dad and asks who my dad is... I tell her that he is my father and her daughters husband. She says ok. A couple more minutes pass and she says "I know what you two are doing and it's not right. You're both sleeping with her".... her being my mother
She was so lost it was just sad.
This was an extremely intelligent and proud women. Her mind had been sharp as a tack until she became dehydrated about 2 years ago. After that, it has been a slow slide downhill.It really tears me up to see her like this. She has said for years that she's lived long enough, out living all her friends and relatives of the same generation. I hope for her sake she doesn't last much longer like this. IMO without quality of life, life isn't worth living.
No matter what I still love her more than anything. I've always told her that there was less of a generation gap between us than there was between my parents and myself.
Here's to you gram
