Dementia, my Dad, and Me
My Dad’s dementia has been advancing since January, and he’s in a nursing home now, in a wheelchair, his body having almost entirely given up at the age of ninety-one. Still, there are some sweet moments. I brought my Mom to see him recently and he pulled an envelope out from under his sweater with autumn leaves in it for her.
Then he had me wheel him around so he could case the joint for a way out.