Last night my grandmother passed away. She was 79 years old. Which I guess is a pretty long time. It’s actually .3 years older than the US average. So I guess I can’t complain. But, still. It sucks.
My grandma’s death wasn’t unexpected. For the past 5+ years she’s suffered from Alzheimer’s. She was always a little ditzy, so at first no one really noticed something was wrong. Then slowly over time, things became more apparent. Walking into rooms and not remembering why she was there. Making the wrong dish for dinner. Calling one of my uncles the wrong name. Little stuff. But then pretty soon it was getting up at midnight and cleaning the house as if it was midday. Staring at blank walls for hours on end. Unable to make dinner at all. Not being able to recall anyone’s name.
Alzheimer’s is a hell of a disease. It eats you from the inside. Feasts on the old you, the one everyone knows, the one everyone loves. It hollows you out and leaves something else behind.