Walk With Me

Forgive me for not being incredibly passionate about the current political state of this country. (Which don’t get me wrong, I’m fully aware!)  Forgive me if I seem a little oblivious or as though I’m not participating as much as usual. Forgive me if when I see you, I completely forget to ask you how you are doing. I know I don’t really owe an apology but I am a people pleaser. Truly, I am more aware than you know. There are a lot of things not fair about what’s going on in the world. But for me, in my little world, you know what’s not fair? What’s not fair is silently sitting on the sidelines while I watch my Dad looking at his granddaughter and I sense he’s trying to recall something, but it’s just not coming to him. What’s not fair is when my Dad, the author, technical writer, sermon writer, struggles to write the letter “H” in the word “fish”. What’s not fair is having moments where I wonder if my Dad knows who I am. That’s completely not fair! My Dad is living with dementia