Over the following weeks, specialists assessed her symptoms and diagnosed a form of dementia. They also reviewed her medications and checked for other conditions that could worsen her confusion.
We rearranged our lives.
Daniel installed appropriate safety devices, and I moved into my mother’s house temporarily while we organized reliable nighttime supervision and professional support.
Some mornings, she recognized us both.
Other mornings, she called Daniel by my father’s name.
But he never corrected her harshly.
Instead, he would smile and say, “Good morning, Grandma. I’m Daniel. I’m right here.”
One evening, I found him sitting beside her, holding the same black bag.
This time, she wasn’t crying.
They were looking at photographs from her wedding.
“That’s me,” she said proudly, pointing at the young bride.
“You were beautiful,” Daniel replied.
She looked at him and smiled.
“You’re such a kind young man. Do I know you?”
