Seeing someone STOLEN from you by a disease is more than painful, it confuses the crap out of you, it angers you.
Your dad may not be what he was but he's in there somewhere. It's your job to call him outside to play.
Grandma died of alzheimer. It took eight years. On one of my last visits, as she saw me she went into a wild fit. As soon as I got out of the room they managed to calm her down. Someone told me she had always been scared of bearded men as it was when she was young. I hadn't realized that she barely tolerated that I was bearded before, on the threshold of her own fears. As ravages took more out of her, as she left the world more and more, I was allowed to visit. An empty shell...
I sympathize KK. Love him now...
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