When I was a teenager my grandmother had dementia and forgot who she was. While the rest of my family was sad about it I thought it was great. Imagine being whomever you want to be and getting to live another life. So much fun!
My grandmother decided that she was the Queen of England! Queen Alice! Her nurses, doctors and basically anyone who came into her room had to bow or curtsy when they entered and exited. She even had them call her “your majesty”. It was even fun for me because when I would go see her in the hospital she would call me Princess and get very upset when they didn’t address me correctly as they had to do with her. She didn’t do this for anyone else that I know of just me.
One day she called me over to discuss that I would be named the heir to her crown. No one else was worthy plus she knew that I would make the perfect Queen. Right after that, she let me know that she was having to keep her distance from the priest that visited her because she knew he wanted her to run away with him. As the Queen, she would not even consider it but I needed to know in case he tried to come after me. What always amazed me was how detailed she was about all of this including the right way to address royalty, customs, and other royal traditions.
Now that I have been diagnosed with vascular dementia that is what I truly hope my life goes at the end. Queen Karen! It does have a nice ring to it plus I already have a tiara to wear for my coronation. Is it wrong that I feel this way because in my mind the alternative would suck? Not knowing who I am or who anyone else is would be so hard for my family. At least if I was Queen Karen I might be able to bring some amusement to them as my grandmother did for me.
At least if I am Queen Karen I still won’t have to mop!!
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