Last night my mom went to sleep at around 11 and woke up to the downstairs bathroom light on at midnight. She assumed she had forgotten to shut it off but didn't get up right away. My aunt then came walking out of the bathroom.
Mom asked her why she was downstairs and my aunt said she had had to go to the bathroom. Mom asked her why she hadn't used the upstairs one and my aunt said she couldn't find it. Mom started to get worried, and told my aunt she should go back to bed.
My aunt went back upstairs for a moment and then came back downstairs. She told my mom she didn't know where she was, and my mom told her she was home. My aunt told her that it wasn't her house. She then went and sat in a living room chair until about 1am, when she finally went back upstairs.
When my mom went up to give her her medication this morning my aunt was in the wrong bedroom, so my mom gave her the pills and led her back to her own room. Mom then had to go to work, and is now sitting at work worrying about her.
So am I. This is the worst she's ever been, and it happened suddenly. Mom is thinking it might have been a mini-stroke, but who knows. All I know is that my aunt, the one who was so much fun when I was growing up, the one who taught me how to dance and used to let me swim in her pool all summer, is gone. And there's nothing that can be done about it.