The day it happened.

I remember the day my mom Dot changed. One day she was fine and the next day she was going. It was that dramatic. I took her to the dr and he thinks she had a T.I. Sort of a mini stroke. She has gone down hill really fast since then. Things started happening. Getting lost, losing things. I remember in the beginning, Dot would lose something and spent the next 2 hours going through every inch of the house. Not finding it she would say my dad, Bill threw it away. She gets really angry now. Once she shook her FISTS at my sister. It was so not like her, we all laughed, even Dot. She does things that are not like her every day. Sometimes she understands its not normal and lots of times she doesn't. My dad Bill would yell at her. He has his own dementia to deal with. He really can't understand that Dot is not herself. He still yells at her. Jerk. My dad does not drive anymore. I had his license taken away several years ago. He was pissed. Now he demands that someone take him out everyday at his convenience! Sure. How do we go on?