Missing My Dad
I miss my Dad. I miss his funny laugh, his sometime abrupt movements, his sense of humor, his deep wisdom on things that would come out of nowhere and even would happen after the vascular dementia had taken a strong hold. I am trying to remember what it was like before he was diagnosed. I think the disease had been slowly coming for a long time and it's hard to separate the fresh memories of Dad living and suffering with the horrid brain disease of Dementia and his healthy younger self. Pictures and stories help. When I was younger Dad took a memory class. He came home after the session and would practice on all of us and demonstrate what he learned. I think he got Mom to take the class with him. I don't really remember :) He was in sales and remembering names and other details was very important to him. Dad never really knew a stranger. When I worked for the March of Dimes he would gather and pay for a team (my brother would always play as well) and ...