How about just leaving us crotchety old bastards to do what we do best. We will burst your overinflated egos, bring your grandiose, but irrational plans into the light of day, show that impetuous youth will trip over itself without some older guidance and generally help you to avoid making complete fools of yourselves. We are the balance, the rationality, the experience and the voice of reason. We are the foundation.
Totally Dude !
This statement ROCKS !!
Agreed.
Only problem is, dementia is real. I went through this with my parents. You sink through levels. My dad kept up a facade that finally collapsed when he got lost driving to a doctor’s appointment. He did make it back home about six hours later, but this triggered an inexorable series of events, the details of which are not necessary to give. Suffice it to say that in short order it becane apparent that my dad did not know what month it was, or indeed what a month was, or what spring or summer was, and he sank from there. After this you look for any glimmer of communication from the abyss, and these do come, but they are only glimmers. It is impossible to imagine what it must be to be reduced to this state, which indeed is a sort of living death.