Dementia is hell.
It is beyond my comprehension why God allows for the slow death.
Time and time again I have tried to reason with Mom.
Always at the most inopportune times.
It's a lose/lose situation.
There is no winning.
Damned if I do.
Damned if I don't.
I've exhausted myself trying to get though to her of late.
Why?
It's too late.
It's impossible.
Why God?
Why so much?
Where once a stubborn person, now an impossible person.
Soon I may have to move.
I can't go down with her ship anymore barring a miracle.
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