For an update on my mother, I went to put cream on her arms this morning and she had no clue why I was doing it, or any memory of ever having been itchy. She also -- and this is the saddest part of her dementia, for me -- didn't recognize Brianna and Lacie. I showed her a video and she asked "what kids are those?" I expressed surprise that she didn't know and said "they're your great grandchildren." She got very defensive and said "Well I don't know them. I've only seen them a couple of times" and then when I got the video started, she looked at them and said "now who are those kids?"
After waiting so long for grandchildren and feeling like I can't really be an obnoxious grandma to people around me whose grandchildren are now in high school by bragging about how adorable my grandchildren are, it makes me very sad that I can't even share joy at the girls with their great grandmother.
Dementia is a terrible disease.