Well the Eagle has landed, my step father and his wife are now in AL here in Florida. My brother and I had placed them in a home in AZ, it was not working, he is totally deaf and she has dementia. In February when we sold their house, we had to act quickly as he was in PT and the Medicare benefit had run it's course. We knew that this wasn't a permanent solution, just a bridge.
Anyway, it was my birthday last week, no card from them, odd. Yesterday when they arrived... come to find out that she had put the wrong address on the card, so it was returned to them...although...my brother had given her my address the day they sent it to me. Today, I opened the card, she wrote 'Happy Birdbrday To Scott", this is my brother... Pops can no longer write anything except to sign his name, so it was definitely her, I hardly recognized her handwriting.
So in less than 6 months she has declined at even more of a rapid pace, she now thinks her son is 34, he is 58, her other son no longer exists, he according to her he is dead, he is not.
This is one scary relentless disease, to be robbed of your brain and still have your feet on the ground, is just plain cruel! This disease has tentacles that affect all that come into contact with it, and, in one way or another, we all suffer the consequence's.
Thank you for letting me vent!!