My grandmother also had this disease for many years.
Last year, she was gone.
We don't seem to be particularly sad about grandma's departure, because time is like this, stealing her away from us little by little. It stole her memory, and also stole the bond between us.
My grandmother did the same thing. At the beginning, she would ask me the same question over and over again: where did you go to school? Where are you from? Where do you live now? It was like turning around and the same time would flow again.
She is also always looking for things. My aunt stole the clothes she likes, and my dad took her bankbook... She was in the fantasy, once, once, unconsciously, hurting the people around her.
Obviously just finished eating, and it was time to eat. She didn't remember how to get back to the home she had lived in for decades, so for many years, she never left more than 200 meters away.
She will also miss a granddaughter, a child she has not seen for more than ten years, perhaps because the same regret is deeply imprinted in her heart.
Gradually, she began to forget us, from my husband, my children, to me, even her son, and finally herself.
Sometimes, she's an acquaintance of ours, but I can't remember when we met. Sometimes, she turns into a little girl again, calling his son brother or uncle.
She would keep asking questions and forgetting again. A sentence that is often on the lips is: Who are you?
She may also not be sure or trust her memory, from doubt, to distress, to acceptance.
Later, she was like a decoration or a sculpture. She didn't take the initiative to communicate with us, but just sat there, getting further and further away from us.
In the last few years, she accidentally fell and was in very bad physical condition. But she seemed to forget even the pain and always hurt herself. Sometimes she can't tell the difference between night and day, sings songs all night, or doesn't want to wake up during the day.
The last time I saw her, she was lying on the narrow bed in the hospital with her eyes tightly closed, unwilling to wake up, as if time had stolen everything from her, and nothing had anything to do with her.
I didn't dare to look at her face carefully, I was a little scared.
The whole family was peaceful at the funeral, and it seemed that everyone was waiting for this moment, for an inevitable end.
It's like it's spring, but all the leaves on a tree are slowly falling off, she doesn't know what's going on, we know, but there's nothing we can do about it.
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