Photo: Dad and I at one of his physical therapy sessions.
Today is my Dad’s birthday. He is 82 years old. My dad was born in 1939, the beginning of WWII in Europe. Dad has dementia. He has his good days where he is somewhat lucid, while other days he’s in a fog.
As I mentioned in earlier posts, I retired early to come home to help out as Dad deteriorates. Dementia has a nickname. It’s nickname is the “long goodbye”. This is definitely an accurate nickname. When I came home in 2016, Dad was functioning pretty well. Now, he doesn’t know how to turn on the television. From the outside, you would think this was a sad state of affairs, but it really isn’t. Dad has lived a good life. He has two sons and a daughter, built up a good retirement to make sure Mom was taken care of after he left, and he isn’t suffering.
We have some friends coming over today to celebrate his birthday, and we’ll be sending out for food from Cracker Barrel. Dad loves their chocolate coca cola cake, so that’s on the order as well. It’ll be a good day, today.
I love you, Dad! Have a great birthday today.
Until next time…