I have found it to be easy and comforting to me in a strange way to write or talk about my Mom and our experiences with Dementia. Everyday was a different day. Some good, some bad, some happy, and some sad. I honestly never knew what to expect. Her days were pretty normal until about 11:00 every morning and then she begin to get, hungry, tired, ready for a nap, not quite sure what to do. Most days she would eat the same things. Watch the same thing on tv and always fall asleep during Gunsmoke. I can’t watch Gunsmoke anymore!!!