I have an elderly friend who is in early stages of dementia.
She knows it.
Today I took some stollen (a German holiday bread that I make every year and that she really loves) and a thermos of coffee over to her, and sat for a while as she made her lists.
Every day she writes down random names and words, so that she won't forget them. She reads them as she writes them, very deliberately and sonorously. A litany of sorts.
She said my name after every other entry:
Wheel of Fortune
To be remembered.
To witness forgetting.