Sometimes, I try to think of the last lucid conversation I
had with my dad. The last time I was talking to my father, in all his mental
capacities. The last time he knew what I was saying to him and what he was
saying back to me. I try to remember the last conversation I had with my
father.
I cannot.
He just slipped away one day. He said it’s like a fog. You
know how fog can just start filtering in, in tiny increments, and you know it’s
getting foggy, but you can still see until in one breath, you can’t. My dad
slipped from me just like that.
I have to take a break.
I really appreciate your writings. I especially like the one about your last conversation with your father. My husband has alzheimer's and I too have tried to remember that last conversation, and cannot. It is comforting to read that someone else thinks these thing also. I intend to ask my friends to read your writings so that they can better understand what I and many others dealing with alzheimer's think and feel. Your writings are very inciteful. Thank you
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