My Grandma is having a really bad night tonight. She keeps thinking we are in Ontario and not realizing my Mom and I are her Daughter and Granddaughter. She said “have you gals ever heard of tatting?” and asking if Papa can take her to her brother’s house (he’s passed away) so she can go grab her mail. My Papa just tells her they will do that in the morning and its too late now to go. I’m having a really hard time not crying right now. Watching her slowly lose her mind is torture.