Be Present
I started this on July 4, just before leaving for our trip. I look back over the past couple years and realize how much my children have changed in what is really such a short span of time. And then I look back over the past couple years, the past couple of months and see what this disease has done to my Dad in such a short span of time… July 4 If ever there is a doubt that people with dementia can still hear, feel, listen, etc… you can trust me I’ve doubted. And yet I know in my heart that it’s just not true. This evil disease has finally taken the words from my Dad. He’s trying so hard to speak to me and the look on his face – sometimes seeming desperate – is now by far the most heartbreaking thing on this journey. My Dad, the author, technical writer, sermon-giver has lost the words. And some days its makes me feel like he’s gone. I just find myself grappling with how to relate to him. But it’s presence my friends. If ever there were something Dad is helping me re-learn