They Don't Understand

When Mom and I first got to her Rebekah meeting, several women came over to greet Mom. They each started out with "Do you remember me?" She would say something like "Your face is familiar, but I don't remember your name". Then they would tell her their names and give her a lot of facts to help her remember. She would smile and laugh and it looked "normal". Mom's so good at that!
They don't understand that she can't remember. The memories aren't there to retrieve. I found myself getting very teared up. I was worried that it would upset my mother and I was sad because these people were part of her life for the last 69 years.
At the end, a weekly coffee buddy said she'd see her Thursday. Mom asked me what was happening Thursday. I told her that was coffee day. Her reply was "I don't still go to coffee do I?"
Unless you live with someone with "Alzheimer's, I don't think most people understand.
You have to go where they are; you can't keep them in present time.