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Actually I was just joking, sort of anyway. My great-grandmother had Alzheimers (just old enough to remember her putting my deceased great-grandfather’s hat on a plant and acting like it was him–talking to it and everything. She kept “him” in the fridge.) My parents were wise enough to keep me away from that for the most part.
More recently however, last December, my grandmother passed from Alzheimers. Now I loved my grandmother to death. Nobody was there for me like she was. And you wanna talk matriarch of a family, she defined it. The hardest thing I’ve ever been through was talking to her when she would go in and out and she knew what was happening to herself. The fear in her eyes and her voice will haunt me until the day I die.
Now great-grandmother, grandmother, my entire life my mom has prepared me for when she will inevitably get it. She’s few older now, mid-50’s, and my grandmother was easily showing signs by that point. We’ve been talking about it a lot lately and perhaps I’m jumping the gun, but I really, truly think my mom is going to miss it. She shows no signs, her memory is better than most people I know.
I just fucking hope so much it stays that way. It is a horrible disease. The worst in my book. To see a persons mind die but their body live on, just horrible. And, unfortunately, I have an aunt, about 15 years younger than my mom. I hope it’s not so, but I think she might be the next one. Just little things that are off here and there.
So yes, no need to apologize. My family has been wrecked by the disease and I too made an insensitive joke. I think it makes it easier that way. That’s how we’ve often dealt with things in my family anyway: laughter.