A quick update on my grandfather. Watching my grandfather slowly die from dementia has changed me. I look at aging and life in general, completely different now. Maybe it’s just because I am in my mid-40’s now and people are starting pass on. I feel more thankful for my health. It’s amazing what happens when you watch someone fail. I know I haven’t shared lately here on the blog but I have been sharing more on my personal Facebook page that is now public if you want to friend or follow me there. Just leave a note that you are a blog reader.
My grandfather started on Hospice earlier this week so that he could get additional care. Hospice has an incredible staff that lends support and extra ‘hands on” attention which he needs.
He is for the most part, living in a vegetative state in and out of various forms of reality. He spent the entire time I saw him yesterday with his eyes closed but talking to me. In fact, he told me my hands were to damn cold to be touching him. -haha. I giggled at him and said, “I am glad the cranky gramp is still in there!” He was completely out of it but gave me a tiny little kiss on my cheek when I put my face down to his to say good-bye.
Watching my grandfather slowly die from dementia has changed me
A few days ago he was completely wide awake and basically told me I needed to leave 10 minutes after I got there because he was too busy to stop and “fart around” with me. -ha.
In his mind, he was working and cleaning out a barn. In fact, he gave me three boxes to take home and sort through so he didn’t have to do it. The boxes were invisible mind you and the secretary giggled as she watched me take the 3 invisible boxes from him.
You guys, it’s totally crazy what the disease of dementia does to the brain!
I am hoping my grandfather has a few more moments of clarity and I can have a few more conversations with him before he slips away even further. The nursing home changed up his meds a bit because he was becoming irritated and aggravated with things he thought he was seeing but were not real. He would try to shimmy out of his wheel chair but had no idea his legs didn’t work anymore. The new medication to keep him calm makes him very sleepy. I miss my gramp. My old gramp. The gramp who was my side kick for the last few years, before the dementia took over.