Personal Narrative: Dementia

I’ve learned that wonderful things and horrible things will happen in life. In 2011 my grandma began to have a severe case of dementia. This was incredibly hard for me and my family. She was 87 and very kind. She had been a huge part of my life ever since I was born. We had gone on multiple vacations together and visited at least once a month. I was pretty young at first so I didn't notice her forgetting things, but my parents would talk about her forgetting where she had parked and then when my parents finally did take her car she still thought she had one and would call my parents saying it was stolen. I didn't start noticing it until she would ask the same question five times in an hour or so. It began to get very scary for me and
We moved out of her old, old folks home into a new old folks home where she would get more attention. When we started visiting her there, my parents started telling me and my sister not to be bothered by her asking the same question twice and answer as if it was the first time she had asked it. A little later that year my dad began to look worried and we it was getting close to the end. We then received a call from the doctor telling us that she was going to pass soon we were devastated. We couldn't believe it. We all wished we had more time. My dad drove to her as soon as he got the news. 3 days after he drove up, she passed in her sleep. We were at target when we heard the news and I cried the whole way home and then cried the rest of the day. We drove up to be with my dad the next day and cleaned out her room which was incredibly sad for my whole family. We stayed at my aunt's house which was a couple miles away from my grandma's home. The funeral was a couple days later and I cried the whole way through that too. My dad was a blank page. Trying to make us feel better, but clearly hurt. After the funeral we went home. A few days later the realization came in for my sister and she was out of it crying herself to