Tallulah Willis (left) and Bruce Willis (Getty Images)
Tallulah, Bruce Willis’ daughter, recently shared an update on how her family is coping with his dementia diagnosis. Bruce, 69, has frontotemporal dementia (FTD), a rare type of dementia that affects behavior and language and gets worse over time.
Tallulah admitted that she’s just starting to really deal with her emotions about her dad’s condition, after trying to avoid them before. On Instagram, she posted pictures of them together, saying, “I love this guy so much. It’s hard to feel these emotions, but I’m thankful I can now instead of pushing them away.”
She also shared some old photos of them hugging, having dinner, and looking through his old magazine covers, calling them memories “from the forever archives.” Last month, she spoke on the Today Show, saying that while Bruce is stable, it’s a tough situation with good and bad days, but there’s still a lot of love in their family.
Tallulah, Bruce Willis’ daughter, shared that her dad’s diagnosis has taught her to use her time more wisely and appreciate every moment she spends with her family, especially with him.
She said, “It’s made me realize not to take any moment for granted, and I really believe we’d be best friends. I think he’s very proud of me. You have to live in the moment and be present.”
In March 2022, Bruce was first diagnosed with aphasia, a condition that affects communication skills. Later, his other daughter, Rumer, shared that he got a more specific diagnosis of frontotemporal dementia (FTD), a rare and more aggressive type of dementia.
I Incurred a $500 Fine When My Neighbor Falsely Accused My Son of Her Toddler’s Hallway Scribbles — I Couldn’t Let It Go
Caitlin often found herself informally supervising her neighbor Stacy’s young son, Nate, providing him some stability while his mom sought time for herself. However, when Nate decorated the hallway walls with doodles during Caitlin’s absence, she was unjustly slapped with a $500 fine. Determined to set things right, Caitlin devised a plan for retribution.
Stacy had become accustomed to letting her young son, Nate, roam the hallway as a play area.
“It’s safe, Caitlin,” she’d assure me. “Plus, it’s their version of outdoor play.”
She would then retreat behind her door, leaving Nate to his devices, often while she entertained guests.
“I just need some downtime,” she confessed to me once in the laundry room. “I’m a grown woman with needs, you know. Being a single mom, you must get it.”
I understood her need for personal space, but I could never imagine letting my own son, Jackson, wander the hallways alone. Despite our general familiarity with the neighbors, the corridors didn’t feel completely secure.
Jackson, slightly older than Nate, seemed concerned about the younger boy, who often loitered alone, clutching his tattered teddy bear.
“Mom,” Jackson would say during his playtime, “maybe we should invite him over.”
Grateful for my son’s compassion, I agreed. It was better to keep both children within sight, ensuring their safety.
Thus, we began having Nate over for snacks, toys, and movies—a simple arrangement that brought him noticeable joy.
“He mentioned he likes playing with others,” Jackson noted one day. “I don’t think his mom spends much time with him.”
And interestingly, Stacy hardly acknowledged this setup. Once she realized Nate was safe with us, she seemed to extend her leisure time even more.
Eventually, it became routine for Nate to knock on our door whenever his mother let him out.
“Hello,” he’d say, teddy in hand. “I’m here to play.”
However, one day, we were away at my parents’ house for my mom’s birthday.
“I hope Nate will be okay,” Jackson expressed concern as we drove.
“Oh, honey,” I responded. “His mom is there. She’s responsible for his safety too.”
Upon our return, we were greeted by hallway walls covered in childish drawings—a colorful chaos of stick figures and squiggles.
“Nate must have had fun,” I remarked, searching for my keys.
“Isn’t he going to be in trouble?” Jackson asked, eyeing the artwork
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