Strictly speaking, it wasn't dementia, it was delirium caused by a resistant infection.

I know exactly what you mean about wanting to remember the person someone really was.

Exact repetition - that's so scary.

I hope that if I am ever like that, that my grandchildren do not visit. And that no one pressures them into visiting, in the belief that I would want it...

I am forever grateful that my beloved mother-in-law died quickly (a week) in hospital, and was coherent and intelligent to the last.

She was very practical, asked us to pay the upholsterer for the fabric he'd bought to cover a chair she would now never use.