Mom (93, NH, blind, dementia) is 90% of the time very easygoing and happy, singing, very pleasant, positive, loving. No short term memory and lots of huge gaps in long term. She occasionally asks some questions about her past and I answer them truthfully, but we basically live in the present moment. Yesterday morning she was fine, but after a short nap she was a nonstop litany of questions. Do I still have any friends. Where is my husband. What was his name. Where did I work. Who was my boss. What do I do now. Did I have a car. What kind. How do I get around. Why am I here. Where is my brother. Where is he buried. On and on for over an hour. I tried to explain things kindly, (over and over) until she finally asked if she was a “Boob McNut”. We both laughed so hard! Anyway when I got home and described the day, DH said she had a “Good day”. But I was an emotional mess. It was so exhausting. She was really struggling trying to fill in the blanks of her memory...it was heartbreaking. Sometimes I would rather see her just living in the moment and not trying so hard. I guess I’m just venting, but how does anyone address these type of questions.