I've been facing a pretty tough situation here recently. I knew it was coming, but I chose to ignore it instead of prepare. My grandmother was very important to me growing up. She painted, cross-stitched, made Christmas ornaments, and always involved her grandchildren (4 of us) in anything she could. She told stories, had a wonderful laugh, and was meticulously organized in her own spastic way. She had eccentric tastes and had so much joy in what she did. My grandmother was diagnosed 10-ish years ago with the beginning stages of Alzheimer's Disease. Up until approximately about a year ago, she was still herself, but with a progressively diminishing memory. Nothing else was different. For the past year, she's gone downhill very quickly ... until just 2 months ago. Something sparked or misfired in her brain, and she's gone. Two months ago, my grandfather noticed that she was listing to one side and very unstable on her feet. She fell carrying laundry and was subsequently taken to the Emergency Room via 911. Her primary care physician had her admitted inpatient - by doing this, it ensured that admittance to a nursing home was medically necessary and enabled us to seek aid from Medicare. After her 3 days in the hospital, we swiftly moved her into a nursing home where she has been able to transition into the dedicated Alzheimer's wing. I've gone and seen her a couple of times, and I knew that she was different. She could remember who we were, but not our names. She was still her happy-go-lucky self, but fairly alloof. However, we brought her home for a few hours on Thursday so we could all enjoy Thanksgiving together. She was speaking in "almost gibberish," and saying things that made absolutely no sense. I remember hearing "Did you order the boxes?" at one point. She did know Alex, her 3 year old grandson. He was almost the only reason she smiled. I'm 29 years old, and this is by far the scariest thing I've ever dealt with in my entire existence. I have never had a close family member die, and all of my grandparents are still with us. I don't know what to do, or how to make this any less scary. Is there anything that anybody can tell me from experience? I just want to know how I can cope with this, because I don't think I can even get myself up to the nursing home now to see her.