I'm glad you have that closeness. My Gran stayed on her own into her late 80s, and only moved into sheltered accommodation when her dementia started to be dangerous (she started leaving the cooker on, mostly). I remember having perfectly lucid conversations with her about visits from old friends - who had been dead 40 years - but she still did her own shopping and, as my mum pointed out, walked in and out of town up steep hills.
My mum visited her daily, once she'd moved into sheltered care, and she was mostly happy until she passed away, at 95.
Why am I telling you this? There were some bad times with the dementia (times when she begged us to let her die) but those passed, and she forgot them almost instantly. What mattered to her was that we spent time with her, even if she thought I was my dad, or my sister was our mum. I hope you have many happy time ahead with J.
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My Gran stayed on her own into her late 80s, and only moved into sheltered accommodation when her dementia started to be dangerous (she started leaving the cooker on, mostly). I remember having perfectly lucid conversations with her about visits from old friends - who had been dead 40 years - but she still did her own shopping and, as my mum pointed out, walked in and out of town up steep hills.
My mum visited her daily, once she'd moved into sheltered care, and she was mostly happy until she passed away, at 95.
Why am I telling you this? There were some bad times with the dementia (times when she begged us to let her die) but those passed, and she forgot them almost instantly. What mattered to her was that we spent time with her, even if she thought I was my dad, or my sister was our mum. I hope you have many happy time ahead with J.