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Nothing quite as sad as someone forgetting who they are... Last year it was both grandmas, one with dementia one with Alzheimer's ( I don't completely understand the difference ) this year it was my good friend Jean she'd forgotten who I was for about the last year though... My condolences to your wife V, and you

My mother died of Alzheimers. It was really sad when she didn't know who I was but the saddest part was that she was constant plagued by these people that she imagined were telling what to do and threatening her. It made her and my dad's life miserable. Although he said that he never would, he had to put her in a nursing home because he could not stay awake and watch her 24 hours a day.
 
My grandmother died of stomach cancer, but towards the end, her memory started to go too. The weird part was that while she no longer recognized my mother, her own daughter, she did recognize my father. Luckily, she went relatively quickly, she didn't have to suffer for too long. My fathers mother on the other hand, she stayed sharp through the end, but for the last 10 years she kept complaining that she never should have agreed to the bypass operation. She just wasted away, didn't lose her mind but for the last few days or so, instead she had to live through her own body failing her. I think she weighed about 30 kg towards the end (65 lbs).
 
Hagar3 :hugs

Wisher, I've read that before it is awesome, thank you for all you do.

Bama great point

Off to the "big city" for the little guy to have surgery... Thank you all for your support. It is a iniguise hernia ( how ever its spelled )
 
We made the mistake of traveling across the country with Gram before we realized how bad it was going to get. She woke up from her nap in the backseat and accused me of kidnapping the whole family. She told me I was not married to DH, granted he looks just like Papa. She tried to open her door on the freeway.
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Last trip we ever took with her and it was devastating to her and us. Once we were home, I was her "angel" again, the only one who wasn't hurting her. *sigh
 
On a lighter note, I feel like singing a Johnny Cash song. Or at least one line from Fulsom Prison Blues.

"I ain't seen the sunshine since, I don't know when."
 
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I remember when my son and his best friend, at 12 went trick or treating as Tommy Lee Jones and Will Smith from "Men in Black".
They were in black suits and painted their orange toy guns - black. I wasn't sure it was a good idea. His 12 year old friend was black and taller than I. Looking back after this recent incident, I'm grateful they're still alive.

When my son saw the coverage of the incident to which you are referring, he said, "I bet he took the orange tip off. Momma always said that could happen. Didn't his momma tell him?"
 
Some imbecile started that business of pollarding Crape Myrtles and it persists because in theory, it produces more flowers. I think it's ghastly; it takes what would normally be a fairly graceful, vase-shaped large shrub/small tree and morphs it into something with the shape of a sea anemone on a stick (or often, several sticks). If size is the problem, well, there are dwarf Crape Myrtles. A lot of us refer to the practice as "Crape Murder."
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I agree with you. No one comes near the Crape Myrtle with pruners but me. A Crape Myrtle with the nice Cinnamon color when the bark peels off is as pretty in the winter as it is in the Summer. Natchez is my favorite. It is fairly large and it has beautiful white flowers in the summer and cinnamon bark in the winter. Anyone that tries Crape Murder on them is in trouble.
 

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