Rarely do I go into details of my personal life, with even my best of friends, but I feel like releasing some of my feelings about a recent occurance. Lately I've been hearing about how my maternal grandfather is losing touch with reality. At first I thought it was funny because of the things I heard he was doing but the more I think about it, the less funny it is and the worse I feel. Some of the things that have happened: - He called our house thinking my voice on the answer machine was an actual person he was talking to, but not just that, he thought it was my dead uncle (his son) who's been dead for almost 10 years - He gets certain times of the day and dates confused (for example: he told my mom that he had to wake up at 9 am to be somewhere at 7 am) - He crashed his van at one point and doesn't remember how or when it happened. He thinks that someone vandalized it. - He's not eating because he can't remember if he ate already plus he doesn't remember to go buy food so hes rapidly losing weight. - He can't remember how many grandkids he has, let alone our ages and possibly names. I realised that he's getting old, he has a bad heart, he's practically a hermit, and now with this Dementia/Alzheimer's, it makes me wonder how long he has left on this earth. If its anything like how my grandmother went, he'll slowly fade away.... although I don't know if people will look after him as much as they did for her. I hate knowing when people's clocks are winding down. Sometimes its better not knowing...............