Thursday 23 February 2017

Memoir story

Is remembering confusing?

Dad had just got off the phone, he looked concerned. I had just got home from school.
"Get changed into some nicer clothes." He told me.
"Why, where are we going?" I asked.
"To your grandparents." Now thats strange I thought. 

Later we were in the car, the whole family. When we arrived grandad welcomed us in. We walked upstairs, my grandma swept me up into a tight hug. She did the same with finn.
Hm, normal I thought?
"would you like some water?" she asked.
"No thanks." we both replied. Five minutes passed. She had asked the same question again ten times.
"Thats weird." Finn said to me.

when we were back home I asked dad why grandma seemed so confused. I had broken the tension. Dad took a deep breath in...
Your grandmother had dementia. It took a while to process the news. I knew what dementia was...Well, sort of. But this was life changing. How would the family cope? This limits everything. My mind was blank I couldn't quite understand.