My father had dementia and lived in a care facility. The deterioration of his personality was a big challenge for me to cope with, and was the hardest thing I ever went through. But I heard you say to a caller that, by visiting her elderly parent, she communicated to the parent that “someone gave a damn.”
So, I thought of your words when I visited my dad. I was one of the last people who ever visited him. I felt new strength running through my limbs and heart as I sat there with him, and doing whatever I could to have a conversation with him. No matter what cognitive impairment he had, his eyes and soul could at least still sense that I cared about him. And that became the point of my visits.
Thank you for helping me renew my love and dedication to him in the last years of his life.
My Dad Knew I Cared