The dementia stuff doesn’t bother me, but I know it’s really hard to deal with. I kid you not, this is me & my folks in a restaurant when my dad was still alive;
Dad “What are you gonna get Char?”
Me “I think I’ll get the patty melt”
Dad “Oh! What’s on that?”
Me “It’s like a burger on rye bread with cheese & grilled onions.”
Dad “Oh. Ok.... What are you gonna get Char?”
me: “I’m thinking about a patty melt.”
Dad “Oh! What’s on that?”
Me “It’s a burger on rye bread with cheese & grilled onions.”
Dad “Hmmmm... What are you gonna get Char?”
Me: I don’t know. Maybe a patty melt.
Dad “Oh! What’s on that?”
Me “It’s like a burger on rye bread with cheese & grilled onions.”
Dad “That sounds good.... Char, what are you gonna get?”
Mom “SHES TOLD YOU 50x ALREADY!!!”
Me (giving my mother the look of death) I’m thinking about having a patty melt.
Dad “What’s on that?”

It’s my MILs dementia I worry about. She’s still physically active & she’s gonna be one of those people who go out for a walk & get lost. It scares me to death.