He Was My Dad; He Became My Son

I wrote earlier about Parenting My Dad and have made references to Dad's child-like characteristics in several articles, but it still amazes me what happened to our relationship during the last four years we lived together. I never expected it. It was the farthest thing from my mind. I never considered it possible. I intended to play the role of a son who just wanted to help his Dad live and finish well. I didn't think of it as a duty or a responsibility or a repayment, because I knew Dad deserved more than we could ever give no matter how hard we tried, but try we would and try we did.

To my shock, Dad became my son, my boy, my "Boo". It still astonishes me. That's why I write over and over that dementia robbed us of nothing. God added to us far more than anything the disease could take from us.