I (30M) am the POA for my grandmother. About 3 weeks ago she moved into this intense hatred of myself and everybody else. She was utterly convinced that we were lying to her about being in her home. She claimed the home she was in (that she’s lived in for 60 years) was not her home. Thus, we were lying to her and she hated us. She’s prayed out loud for God to strike me down, my parents down, and even my children down for lying to us.

I walked in today and she was a different person. Still confused. Still having difficulty remembering that her home was indeed her home, but so happy to see me. She wanted a hug and when she hugged me, she didn’t let go. She just kept kissing me on the cheek and saying, “I love you, I love you, I love you so much!” I needed that today, more than she knew. I love you too, grandma, even when you think I don’t.