07-01-2013, 09:26 AM
My grandma and grandad on my mothers side both went a little bit doolally when they were coming to the end of their lives. They still maintained their personalities and interest in the outside world they just didn't recognise people very well. When I used to go and see them I used to be called about 3 or 4 different names in the family, I used to just nod my head and say “yeah that's me” whatever name they would call me.
A few days before my grandad died he was convinced I was his brother John who died in a motorcycle crash in the 1970s. I just went along with it.
A few days before my grandad died he was convinced I was his brother John who died in a motorcycle crash in the 1970s. I just went along with it.
We need to punish the French, ignore the Germans and forgive the Russians - Condoleezza Rice.