As someone who had a grandmother with dementia, I can sympathize with this somewhat. She was a strong, feisty lady that I always loved to be with as a child, an

As someone who had a grandmother with dementia, I can sympathize with this somewhat. She was a strong, feisty lady that I always loved to be with as a child, and it was always hard to spend time with her after she started to lose her mind. It wasn't anything large, but always the little things that got me. Asking me the same question after a few minutes, small changes in personality, etc. I consider it a blessing to have known her growing up, and am happy to know that she's with the Lord now after having a massive heart attack in a nursing home. I consider it merciful, in a way, that she didn't have to spend many years experiencing "just years" as the post described. (it sounds cruel or oxy-moronic to most to call death a mercy, but it is definitely very different as a Christian)