Introduction

Life is a dark comedy.

I returned home to care for my parents. Both of them have dementia. At one time, they were health care professionals, accustomed to the deference of others. Certain of their superiority. Their dementia has not dimmed that viewpoint, at all.

I have learned that every cloud has a rhodium plate lining. And the basement has loads of laundry.

This is where I live. In their unfinished basement with spiders and centipedes. I thought it would be temporary. After all, I was the black sheep of the family. Certainly not my parent’s first choice for companionship. But, I thought someone needed to help my parents.

I have become my parent’s caregiver, dealing with the soiled diapers and sibling disdain.
My parent's cognitive abilities have gotten worse. My siblings are uninterested. My father hates my mother. My mother hates my father.

Two parents.
One large, decaying house.
Zero insight.
A sure fire recipe for mayhem.