One time he wouldn’t talk to me and when mom got back he pointed at me and whispered to her “who’s that man?”
I had more emotions run through me than ever. /1
I studied up on dementia and learned quite a bit. I would go over and treat him like my best friend ( he was, btw ). I would just sit and basically interview him and listen. /2
He couldn’t shave anymore and I’m the best in our family. I would put a hot towel on his face and shave him like he taught me.
It was our special thing. He couldn’t wait for me to come over. /3
There’s no easy way to lose a loved one. I watched as my dad withered away and my wife’s dad died in his sleep. It sucked as bad both ways.
We WILL meet again. I am unwavering in that belief.