My Grandpa is great. But he is at that point where he gets very confused, and because of this, he makes up a lot of memories. Sometimes these memories are pleasant, and other times they are mean, such as when he "remembers" people stealing stuff from him. I visit him every Friday, and each time he has a different injury from the fall he had on my mom’s "flight of stairs from the front porch" – a single step down. I witnessed this fall, and my grandpa did trip, but his fall was broken by my mom’s shoulder (which she had just had surgery on). The only injury was my mom’s shoulder, not any part of my grandpa. Anyways, every week there is a new ailment from this fall. This week, my grandpa was telling me about his broken back. He broke it, of course, when he did the triple front flip off my mom’s flight of stairs. When he landed, he hit his back so hard that he died. When the ambulance got him to the hospital (what ambulance?!), they gave him a new set of veins through his entire body (never heard of this procedure!), and after three days, he rose from the dead (sound familiar?). But, because he was dead for so long laying on his back, the doctor could not tell that he had broken his back. Therefore, it is still broken, all this time later. Oh, I forgot to mention, that his eyeball also popped out, and so now his eyes are puffy in the mornings.
Oh, wow. What do I say to this? I just listen and nod my head and give him sympathy. Thankfully, when he accuses people, such as my mom, of stealing his stuff, he usually mentions the time he died, or his new veins, or his amputated leg (they are both there), or whatever he has come up with that day, and people know he is a little confused.
Side note: I love my Grandpa. It is very difficult to watch him go through this, both because I feel bad for him, and because he is so incredibly mean to his family. Humor is the only way I can handle the situation. I do not mean to disrespect him, I just have to stand back and see the funny side of him instead of the mean, angry, paranoid person he is becoming. If I don’t look at things this way, there is no way I could ever handle visiting him, and then he’d sit in his room all alone looking through his "paperwork" tracking down his money.