My demented grandma saw people that weren’t there. My mom called them her “guardian angels” because that was better than calling them ghosts.
They helped her do things. Like, normally Grandma needed help getting to the restroom. One morning Mom found evidence she’d used the toilet in her own. Grandma said “oh, the angels helped me”.
My demented grandma saw people that weren’t there. My mom called them her “guardian angels” because that was better than calling them ghosts.
They helped her do things. Like, normally Grandma needed help getting to the restroom. One morning Mom found evidence she’d used the toilet in her own. Grandma said “oh, the angels helped me”.
Anyways, dementia is weird.
Life is weird. Even for us sloths.