She said last night someone had told her my dad had died, was it true bless her he’s been dead fourteen years.
Oh, this is difficult isn’t it? I remember my Mum had to tell my grandmother over and over that Grandad was dead. She wouldn’t stop asking where he was. Eventually she started saying he’d popped to the shops and would be back soon. It was less distressing that way.
Although sometimes a confused brain will make up a story to try to make sense of it all. One time, Nan said that Grandad had sent her a letter saying that he’d dumped her. That was the only way she could justify his absence.
Now another family member has rapidly worsening dementia (alcohol related) and he thinks he’s been kidnapped and can’t understand why the police aren’t out looking for him. In reality he moved house a couple of years ago and he doesn’t recognise his wife.