Still catching up, but that is sad. My grandparents got lost on the way here for Christmas. New grandma I can forgive, since she hasn't lived in DesertTown for more than a year at this point. But Grandpa? He transferred here when my mum was in Highschool, is why we live here in the first place, and has driven to our house many many times. Its not like we've ever moved, either, and there's around 3, feasible, direct routes, plus some awful number of scenic routes. Mum's looking to have Grandma and Grandpa put under care, though this has angered him to no end. Nevermind any other scary incidents that have happened recently with them...
It is sad. It's terrifying too. My mom was a good traveler in her life. She took herself to Europe and lived there for a year, and had all kinds of adventures, at age 22-23. Took herself back to London about 10 years ago. Had fun that time too, for another year. But that memory thing just guts their brains. I had written out very good text directions on how to get to my house. Take Hwy 101 south to Bleah exit. Turn left at bottom of ramp and go .3 miles. You will be at Fumblebum Way. Turn left and go 2.7 miles. And so on. She had followed those directions for years (literally, the same piece of paper, she kept it in her glove box). Between the two hip replacements, she stopped being able to follow them, nor could she remember the landmarks that hadn't changed any. She would get lost and find herself and reorient as long as it was day time, but it became impossible to leave early enough to arrive in daytime. I had a hotel lobby call me up and beg me to come GET HER because she was driving him nuts. She was about 3 freeway exits from me, but only about 20 minutes, so I went and got her, and she followed me back to my apartment. We had tried, for a few years, to go up to her place so she wouldn't have to travel, but her tiny apartment was SO small, and she couldn't be trusted to cook anymore, and we lived 3 hours away, and it really did not work at all. As long as she could drive down, she could come and stay for a few days.
It was a HUGE relief when I got her into care. It was bumpy, because she was furious that she was suddenly so curtailed, but she really did not see how her condition had caused the whole thing. It just was not safe for her to live alone anymore. If nothing else, she likes her bedtime brandy, and combining that with two strong sleeping pills meant she spent the night on the kitchen floor one time, because she passed out after a dinner out, and wasn't found until the next morning by a neighbor. Mom had no idea how she had come to be on the floor, and it truly is amazing that she didn't hit her head on the very sharp corner of the kitchen counter and bleed out. No unexplained fainting since we took away her brandy, and the doctor put her on a sleeping pill her liver can handle better.
She was an extremely difficult woman, and we had a very rocky relationship
. I am grateful that her memory issues have now made her a much meeker person, so less difficult for me to help her.