I woke up today to find grandma walking around without any pants on. I found her pants on a chair. Where's her diaper? I've search high and low. I've looked under her pillow, I've looked in the drawers, I've looked under the bed. Where is it? I might have to start putting bluetooth trackers on them so that I can find them with a smartphone.
Check the bathroom and the trash? I really hope she didn't try to flush it, too.
Thrown out the window?
In the refrigerator or oven?
Under the sink?
Nana would take her "booty" to her room where she would proceed to wrap up these items in napkins an tissue paper, then around and around with rubberbands, then she would hide them away in her room, under her bed, or her pillow, in her side table and dresser drawers, we would have to wait until she was out of the house or otherwise occupied so we could retrieve them, as she would never admit to taking them.
Flash forward 10 more years and her Dementia sx became so difficult that my poor old Mom (a housewife) could no longer care for her at home any longer, as there wasn't a lot of Alzheimer's/Dementia information back then, let alone community support as there is now, not that there is enough still! So after a very strange health scare and hospitalization, my Nana went to go live in a Nursing home.
In the days following entrance to the Nursing home and cleaning out her room back home, Mom and us girls found tons of those little wrapped "presents" stuffed in her suitcases in her bedroom closet, and of course we had to unwrap each one for fear of throwing something out of value, and there we found a smorgasbord of silly trinkets all tiied up in a bow.
We also found that she had sadly cut up all of the historic family photographs that could never be replaced. The diseased brain is a very strange thing indeed.
Humor and resilience!
Its laugh or cry. Laughter is so much better!
And remember -
“That which does not kill us, makes us stronger.” ~ Friedrich Nietzsche