| Not at all, OP. My DHs grandmother thought my daughter (her great grand daughter) was my SIL... there is a 50 year age gap and they look nothing alike. For starters my daughter is mixed race and SIL is very pale and was blonde. It's the dementia and medication. |
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I call my youngest kid the dog's name pretty much every day. Truth is, they have similar personalities.
I don't actually think my kid is the dog. He's in bad shape and misspoke. That's it. |
| Nope, he just mixed up your names. I’ve done it myself with my kids and am younger than your dad and cognitively intact. Just a regular (non-Freudian) slip of the tongue. |
Lol |
Completely off topic, and I admit I'm a nut, but the phrase is "for all intents and purposes". You may now go back to your regularly scheduled programming. |
While I am sad for you that that was the last thing your grandmother said to you, I have to admit, it’s kind of funny too because of the absurdity. My father’s last words were, “I think I’m going to throw up.” |
Quotation marks go outside the period. Nobody's perfect.
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| My MIL called my daughter by her dead relatives names for years when my daughter was a teen. She wasn’t near death and didn’t have dementia. She was a thousand years old and a little dottie. I instructed my daughter to answer and not to correct her. |
Only if the entire sentence is a quote, in this case the quotation marks are used to highlight a phrase and the period of this sentence goes outside the quotation marks. Like you said, no one is perfect. |
You're incorrect. Two master's degrees. One in education, one in education. Also a published author. How about you move along and stop being an a*hole? |
The other degree in writing and education. No one needs to be perfect...but correcting a person's speech, grammar, etc. on a casual message thread is major league douchbaggery. |
| Having recently gone through hospice with my mother who had dementia I am confident that your dad was telling you that he loved you but just mixed up the names. My mother always knew who we were but didn’t know our names. |
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On my grandmother’s deathbed, she called my mom by her mother’s name and me by her sister’s name, repeatedly. On my dad’s deathbed, he couldn’t remember the name of his beloved only grandson and just asked for “the baby.”
They lose names but they keep the love. That “I love you was yours, even if he couldn’t find the right words to say it.” |
I hope that you are comforted by this many, touching replies OP. |
It technically depends on if you're in Europe or the US. Maybe the poster is from across the pond. |