My grandfather is in a home specifically for those with Alzheimer’s. My mother says she’ll keep him there until either his money runs out or he doesn’t know where he is anymore.

He doesn’t know my mother anymore and keeps asking where his wife is. My grandmother is in Slidell, staying with my aunt until mid-May. She doesn’t want to see my grandfather. I don’t blame her. Her life has been terrible for the last several months (partly her own fault for being stubborn about accepting help), and she just wants to keep the memory of the man she loves as intact as she can.

Because, dear friends, the man she loves is gone, and all that remains is a confused, lost shell.