My mom grieved the real talks dementia took away with my grandpa. I loved the nonsense ones. The author found new ways to talk to her grandfather when he had dementia. Courtesy of the author My grandpa's dementia made conversations unpredictable and confusing. I learned to accept his reality instead of correcting him. That approach helped us stay connected in a new way. "What's your favorite color, grandpa?" "Oh, I don't, I don't know about that. When I was a boy, I drove the Queen of England around Zimbabwe and she…" My grandpa trailed off, getting lost in thought, confusion clouding his face mid-sentence. "The Queen of England, hey? Sjoe, that's a fancy gig. What was the Queen like?" "The Queen? I don't know, I never met her." Distress started to line his features. His forehead crinkled in worry as he tried to remember our conversation and where he was. Toward the end of my grandpa's life, that's how most of our conversations would go.…