Oh no! You did not fuck up, Edward! You were a most loving and attentive grandson. When Dorothy was struck by devastating dementia, you were very young. You didn't know about the positives of singing with her and hugging her and other such care from a caring relative. My beloved grandmother also developed dementia, but I was then a new mother living in New York and she was in a facility in Montreal, so I was only able to visit once during her final two years. Fortunately, she had my uncle, a kind son, nearby. I love your writing, Edward. And your humanity.