It involves my father, who's currently in an "assisted living facility" forty miles south, in Lewiston, because of his Alzheimer's. I am afraid that one day he won't know who I am, and I know for a fact that he is worried about me when he remembers.
At the same time, I can't bear to see my father - who used to love me dearly - wasting away to nothing, as it may be.
I'm not afraid to let this go public, because I understand that you guys aren't the type who'd judge me for it and are usually quite willing to offer help. That I appreciate.
I know that he likes to watch people do simple things and enjoy doing them. My question is, what do I do to help him and let him know he is loved, even though he's so different? The nurse said to remember it's the disease talking and he still tries to love me.
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