So my grandfather, who has dementia and bad knees, took a bad fall while we were visiting last weekend. He bruised himself pretty badly, and we ended up calling an ambulance to come take him to the emergency room to have his hip looked at. It was just bruised, nothing broken, but he’s been quickly declining since then, and the dementia appears to be getting worse. My grandmother told me today that she’s taking him to an assisted living facility in town, While I’m glad she’s doing it – this has been very hard on my grandmother, and she can’t really take care of him on her own – it’s leaving me feeling sad. I know, logically, that my grandparents won’t live forever, but I kinda hoped maybe they would.