
The young man was quiet. He was a lowly fry-cook, salting endless baskets of French fries. Flipping acres of patties.
My dad’s senior living residence is comprised of men who have fought in wars, women who have raised families, people who have had successful careers, and those who lived active lives before the devastation of dementia began to take over. These people deserve to be remembered in their sunset years.
Who notices if the wind is chilly when God has so many amazing creations for us to enjoy? The best one, though, is called Mom.
Caring for a loved one with dementia is a journey of contradictions. You find joy amid sorrow, laughter amid tears and connection amid solitude.