My grandmother died at 102 in 2002. She was the same minus being bedridden. She was watching a Braves game at my parent's house while recovering from gall bladder surgery a few weeks earlier and was planning to go home in the next week. She asked my mom to leave the room and check on my dad. When they got back to the room, she had passed.
No you don't... The delusions, paranoia and just outright looney things my mom came up with in her last year or so was really hard to take. It was like the "mom" I knew was already dead and some crazy person had taken over her body. It subsided in the last three months but it was really bizarre for a while there... I wouldn't wish that on anybody.
i want a piano, safe, or anvil to land on me from like 100 stories, like I'm Wile-E-Coyote or somebody. preferably the piano, for the noise
Mom spent months convinced "the syndicate" was holding my older brother hostage and that's why he never came to see her... Truth was, (and is) he's just a punk ass piece of shit who couldn't be bothered.... His loss.
