When he’s not in too much pain or on the verge of having an attack, Mabel and I will play memory jogging games. Sometimes it helps. Most times it doesn’t.
If he remembers anything, it’s quickly forgotten and he goes into a sort of hysteria. Sometimes it’s violent. Most times he’ll cry.
The worst is when he remembers. I do my best not to cry. Mabel does. He always looks like he has something important he wants to say. But then dementia kicks in and he freaks out, yelling threats and slurs.
It’s impossible to hold a conversation with him anymore. He never eats. He rarely sleeps. He’s falling apart. And he still pukes that black gunk.
Calamity Jane’s younger brother is a little angel named Jesse James Gugelhupf (at least Moritz was able to veto Buffalo Bill Gugelhupf and Doc Holliday Gugelhupf).
Jesse James is a blithe spirit, painting rainbows and kittens and playing Rogers and Hammerstein show tunes on his little pink violin (Oh I wish! He’s already on creativity level 9, and he’s still torturing my ears with his screeching fiddling. There’s no difference at all to level 1).