Inspired by my grandma, who has Alzheimers, coming upstairs every half hour or so asking if she can go home (and she lives with us and has for my entire life). I feel like an awful person but it's starting to wear on me. How would you deal? Any advice?
DK/DC/I am totally adult at all times: What should I do for my birthday in September? I live about an hour from Manhattan if that'll change your answer.