I have lost my grandmother to Alzheimer and we were very close. She was a painter, and her painting would become darker and darker, expressing the evolution of the disease. I'm glad my comment has helped you, you're still my favorite poet around here, innit :p
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Mine was recently diagnosed with Dementia, it runs on her side apparently. That must have been so sad to see it expressed like that, though, I suppose, good that she had some way of letting it out.
Cheeky bugger hahaha.
The most beautiful part was that she always denied being ill. And one day, we found a letter where she tells us the truth. She has been aware all along of her condition. It's a beautiful letter full of light, of love when her paintings have turned black and desperate. (P.S. : yeah I had to tease you, you Albion traitor :p)