[ WP ] Write about the musings of a dementia or Alzheimer 's patient while they 're doing something rather mundane .

[ My grandfather has Alzheimer's, and in his lucid moments, he tells me what it's like to forget things. I'm using what he's told me to write this story. ] 
 
 There they are again. The man, my son, and his wife and two kids. They come over every Sunday for dinner, or so I'm told by Momma. Gosh, look at her. She has a walker and her nightgown on with her slippers on the wrong feet, but she's as beautiful as the day I met her. I remember that so well, I do n't remember thing so well now. It frustrates Momma, and the gentleman who comes every Sunday gets frustrated with me too, but it's a sad frustrated. He's asking me about my pills, and... I do n't know remember taking them. Oh, Momma said I did. When was that? Hm... this morning maybe. The pretty younger lady, my granddaughter, is asking me what I'd like to drink, but I'm not thirsty. Oh no! I meant to take my pills this morning. Did I do that? Who are these people in the house with Momma and I? I recognize them, but their names are n't coming to me anymore. I know Momma's name, Sue. Gosh, look at her. She has a walker and her nightgown on with her slippers on the wrong feet, but she's as beautiful as the day I met her. She's asking me something about a doctor's appointment, and I ca n't remember ever needing a doctor. When was the last time I took my pills? They help me remember things...
