My favorite aunt and uncle are elderly now. They met as teenagers and have been utterly devoted to one another for more than sixty years. I see them every few months or so, and visited them in August. It was a visit we had planned over the phone, and when we arrived, they were suprised, but welcoming. They had forgotten the visit. I forget tthings, get days mixed, so no biggie. My cousin posted a request for boxes on FB, and I knew my uncle told me, over the phone about a month ago, that they were selling their condo to live in an assisted living facility becuase their condo had stairs, and he had fallen a few times. I was sad for them, but relieved they would be someplace safer. I knew my cousin's box request was for this move, so I messaged her that I would be praying for the move to go smoothly and that they would be happy in the new place. She messaged me back and told mt that my aunt was suffering from dementia. That it had been developing for about two years, but my uncle either was in denial or was hiding it from the family. She told me I could viist, that my aunt would still recognize me, but to wait a week to contact my uncle because he was in a catatonic state after attempting to take his life becuase he is losing my aunt to demetia. He was put on anti depressants and they are hoping they will revive him in a week or or so.My uncle is a christian man, they both are chirstians, and are the most beautiful example of my faith I could ever hope to know. They don't swear, don't gossip, are kind and generous, and God help me, this breaks my heart in half. He is all I have left of my father, who died in 1987. I cannot bear to think of him suffering through this. I NEVER imagined she would lose her grip on reality. I worried about one of them dying before the other. I know none of you know me, but I cannot stop thinking about this and just needed to vent, I guess.