My grandpa has dementia, so now when I call him, the conversation starts slow as he tries to remember where I’m at in life. Most of the time during that, he randomly launches into a discussion about some subject that he tells me all about. The last time we talked, I got a rundown of red wing hockey from 75-79, including community events. I’ve never seen this man watch hockey, only basketball and football.
My father has dementia. At some point it becomes less about making the best of what’s left, and instead finding all of the poop footprints he tracked around the entire house after stepping in his own shit.
My grandpa has dementia, so now when I call him, the conversation starts slow as he tries to remember where I’m at in life. Most of the time during that, he randomly launches into a discussion about some subject that he tells me all about. The last time we talked, I got a rundown of red wing hockey from 75-79, including community events. I’ve never seen this man watch hockey, only basketball and football.
Cherish that shit, try to remember something of those stories in case you ever want to pass those on.
For sure, I’m hearing brand new stories from him now, especially about his life before I was around.
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My father has dementia. At some point it becomes less about making the best of what’s left, and instead finding all of the poop footprints he tracked around the entire house after stepping in his own shit.
Damn, I’m sorry to hear that.