Whether it comes on slowly or faster than a speeding mullet, dementia is not for the faint of heart or the inflexible of personality. When it reaches out and touches someone in your family hold on, hold tight, keep your chin up, laugh when you can, cry when you need to, and vent. Vent a lot. That’s probably the biggie. Do not suffer in silence. Coping with dementia is a group effort. And, preferably done over a glass of wine. Or two. The image of “The Scream” by Edvard Munch represents how my siblings and I frequently feel. My hope is that this blog will decrease the amount of times I feel this way and offer a connection for others in this position. The baby boomers are aging. The club will only get bigger. Welcome.