Actually it's been bad a long time. My dad, my rock, the man who fixes everything, has dementia. They say it's the gift that keeps on taking. Boy is it.
Bean and I get through every day, barely, not knowing what the new day will bring. So far, with the help of drugs, he seems to stay the same albeit vague and extremely forgetful. We're happy that he's still here. In spite of the disease.
The two of us have decided to do the memory walk. For him. For us. For the future us. For Alzheimer's. God Bless us everyone.
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