I learnt very early on with Dad's dementia to join his world and tell love lies, it's kinder to him. You have to think on your feet and be flexible as with Dad, after Mum died suddenly at home over 2 years ago, he would ask when she would be back and in the same sentence after I replied 'I am not sure maybe a bit later' he would say ' she can't because she is dead' it cut through like a knife when he still had times of lucidity, although they were very brief moments, mostly my answers satisfied him at the time albeit he would ask the same question about my mum, his mum, his brothers etc (all dead) again and again. I looked after him for 10 months in his home and he has been looked after in a care home for 18 months now, his memory and coherence now badly affected but I still tell love lies, he forgets anything I have said in a few minutes and if it gives him comfort for me to lie, then so much the better and kinder for him. Horrible for me, goes against my morals but this vile illness made me realise I had to adapt to his changing progression of understanding (or lack of) for his sake not mine, so my God will understand and forgive me in heaven!! I hope!!!