I drove my dad to the Pocopson Home. A detached retina made it impossible for him to drive a car. My mom had dementia. She couldn’t speak. My dad held her hand. A woman in the same room at Pocopson dropped a doll she was holding. My dad picked it up and handed it to her. She broke her silent stare to say “Get the fuck away from me or I’ll shoot you.”
I think Trump is entering the uncontrollable anger stage of dementia.
I visited my dad & mom at Brandywine Hospital. I could speak to my dad. My mom was hooked to a respirator down the hall. A nurse asked if she should move my mom to my dad's room. I said no. It would be unbearable for him to see her that way My mom & dad died in that hospital days apart. My mom forgot how to swallow. Lucky Strike cigarettes killed my dad.
I’m sure many people recognize the signs of dementia that Donald Trump is presenting.
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