The worst thing that has ever happened to me was the death of my Grandmom. On November 8, 2016, my life changed drastically. Prior to her death, my Grandmom had been suffering from Dementia for two years. Dementia is a decline in mental ability that interferes with daily life. Dementia is not a sprint, rather it is a long distance run. Symptoms are not immediate, and come and go as time goes on. One of the hardest things was knowing that she was suffering, but on the outside she was still the same lady whom I admired dearly. She was eighty-seven years old, and in perfect health, except for her brain.
