If only it could be, that they could go to sleep. The lord should have made a cut off point and that was it. Your time is over you outta here. Not to be. These people should be out enjoying life after working there selves to death for all those years and end up with a disease that they can't even remember there names. You should be enjoying these years , instead you are visiting someone who doesn't even know who you are. Its one of the saddest diseases i have seen. I have worked with these people for many years and its so hard to watch the decline and the sadness in their eyes as they digress . Get yourself some help and go do some things for yourself. Your loved one would want you to do that for yourself. Even if you go out to eat or a movie or just to visit with friends, thats what you need, to keep your mind from exploding from grief. keep writing, it helps also. we love to hear from people , it helps us to.

I'm in the beginning stages of all of this, feeling overwhelmingly sad at times about it all. Momma is 83 (I'm 40) and we live apart. My local to Mom siblings are not a help at this point, so I've had a lot of traveling lately. We are headed to nephrologist and Memory Dr for first appts this week. Mom has slipped back to many years ago, like when she and Daddy first got a divorce. So she carries the constant fear that my 10 year old brother (that would make me 4) have been stolen by our Dad and taken to the farm. I'm having a harder and harder time convincing her that I'm really 40 and that there really aren't any little children at home. She threatens to call the police and I've notified the local Sheriff's dept that we are grown, so she doesn't have little ones at home. This is all so much not like her, it does feel like one of my best friends is gone. (BTW, I've found the fountain of youth.... it's my mom, she continually thinks I'm young!)

Anonymous .... that posted the following partially copied comment (I am going through the same thing so I feel for you!! My mom has been going through the nasty mean stage of demensia and...)

You sound like my sister... but I, on the other hand knew my mother as a true friend and can help her through this time with less emotion. The disease is what it is and I can not change that...although if I could feed her enough Fish, Blueberries and walnuts to change her state of mind I would do it.

Big sisterly hug to you....