Punk Dizzle,
I have no answers, went thru this with my Dad and his dementia. He'd ask the same question over and over. Sitting in my brother's house, he'd keep asking "where am I?".

As it got worse and his second wife (He had lost my mom to cancer years before) got older too, he went to a locked ward in an assisted living. He had his own room, the place was expensive, don't think we could have him there for a long time. One of my brothers died (cancer again), we all went to the funeral, Dad was sad, but not sure he really understood. Not getting impatient with him helped some, he became not my father I knew but someone else I didn't really know. Don't know if it helped him any, but it was important for me to never forget that he was my Dad, no matter what. He's gone now. it's the good years I try to remember.

This is just one of the awful times we have to get through.