My relationship with Dad was never one-sided. He invested alot of himself in it too, and whether he fully grasped all of the circumstances we faced, his encouragements were so timely, as if gifted directly from heaven, which of course, they were.
I don't doubt that Dad could read my frustrations; they usually coincided with his. And if we were having a difficult time, day, or situation, we would manage our way through the trouble spot together, but almost every single time, Dad would give an encouragement. How? What kind? We might be sitting next to each other on the sofa, and he would reach over and pat my knee. He would look at me and smile. He would nod his head approvingly. He occasionally kissed me on the cheek. Cooperation and affection can make any trouble melt away. I thank the Lord for giving my Dad a spirit of consideration and understanding that dementia could not take away. I needed those encouragements, and they were always welcome and timely.
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