I'm so sorry for your loss. This hit especially close to home because my grandmother has been suffering from degenerative mental disease for the last few years. I don't live in the same country as her anymore and every time I return, it's horrifying to witness just how fast a person loses their sense of "self".
I think degenerative mental disease like the one here is especially traumatizing since to most of the world, you're physically/visually still the same person. Also, the characteristics that formed your personality often morph into these harrowing alternations - in the case of my grandma - she was always immensely active and always on her feet. She now cannot sit for more than 30 seconds at a time and attempts to run away from home (with no particular destination in mind). She was (it feels strange to write past tense here) a great cook but now she enters the kitchen and has no idea what she's cooking or what step she is on. It is extremely difficult to keep her mind at ease at all. Her mind is so unable to focus or string thoughts together that she has resolved to loud abject shouting of gibberish (much like a toddler) since she has no idea how to convey what or how she got somewhere. But then for the briefest of moments she has complete lucid clarity and will ask me about my job and life, and offer to cook me my favorite dish.
Much like Lee's wife, I don't really know when my grandma's last "real" day was and what my next trip is going to bring sadly. It's a sad and slow torment.
I think degenerative mental disease like the one here is especially traumatizing since to most of the world, you're physically/visually still the same person. Also, the characteristics that formed your personality often morph into these harrowing alternations - in the case of my grandma - she was always immensely active and always on her feet. She now cannot sit for more than 30 seconds at a time and attempts to run away from home (with no particular destination in mind). She was (it feels strange to write past tense here) a great cook but now she enters the kitchen and has no idea what she's cooking or what step she is on. It is extremely difficult to keep her mind at ease at all. Her mind is so unable to focus or string thoughts together that she has resolved to loud abject shouting of gibberish (much like a toddler) since she has no idea how to convey what or how she got somewhere. But then for the briefest of moments she has complete lucid clarity and will ask me about my job and life, and offer to cook me my favorite dish.
Much like Lee's wife, I don't really know when my grandma's last "real" day was and what my next trip is going to bring sadly. It's a sad and slow torment.