A Narrative Essay On Alzheimer's

Looking for Home Her name is Orelia Marie Degraffenaried, she is my grandmother. I called her Ms. Pat. I honestly don’t know where “Pat” came from. I remember hearing someone call her Patricia and ever since then I’ve called her Ms. Pat. I love everything about my grandmother, moreover, she’s my favorite person in the whole world. When I found out she was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s, my heart broke into a million pieces. It all started after my aunt’s death. My aunt was handicapped and my grandmother was her caregiver. She’s been taking care of her since the day she came into this world. When my aunt died, my grandma wasn’t the same after that. There would be days where she didn’t eat at all. I remember going over to her house one day, my mom and my aunt were going through her refrigerator and cabinets. Looking over from the
As we all know one of the symptoms of Alzheimer’s is memory loss. Luckily for my siblings and I, she still remembered us, at the time. Sadly, I can’t say the same about my mother. Every time my mom would go to touch her, she would jump and would look at her with confusion on her face. As the day went by, we were all playing and talking to her. When it was time to go, my grandma stood outside and she looked at us and started sobbing. Watching the tears roll down her face broke my heart. I, myself started to shed a few tears. My mom explained to me to that my grandma was crying because she doesn’t get to see us that often. To this day I regret not spending as much time with her as I could while I still had the chance. If I would’ve known that that was going to be the last time she was going to be able to look at me in my face or speak to me then I would’ve videoed my time with her or spent the night. My grandma was only 57 years old when her symptoms started to show, she’s now 67 years old. If you could see her today, you would swear she was older than