mh, elder care
Visited my grandmother at her assisted living facility. She didn’t recognize me this time - insisted that Mom’s child “Chris” was just a kid, I had to be someone else.
She was barely coherent, not out of a detachment from reality but because she’d lose her train of thought mid-sentence and just start free-associating with the word she’d just said.
It gets harder every time but I keep going. Every time might be the last.