The hardest thing in the world was to watch and listen to my gramma repeat her sentences, her stories, or watching her become enraged and paranoid when I reached for her water bottle to refill it with ice water.

I didn't have to watch her decline further, and watch as she only recognised two people out of the whole family...and they both lived with her. I didn't have that heartbreak...but this was hard enough.

If I were to get dementia, I'd medically off myself before it got too bad.