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Posted on December 31 2014
It wasn't until he was about 80 years old that he started noticing that he couldn't remember things like he used to, even though memories from his distant past were very clear. Eventually he followed the classic path into Alzheimer's, ending up in assisted living, and ultimately not being able to swallow anymore. He lived his last two weeks with no nutrition or hydration, and was the most difficult event I have ever encountered. When he passed, I knew at that point it was for the best, no matter how much I hurt.
Since that day, I still talk to him in my mind, and I know he hears me. So many times I long for just one more hug from dad. He was a gentle man, and his hug was the best feeling in the world.
I do as much as I can to help raise awareness for Alzheimer's and donate to local organizations, both time and financial. I would love to be included in a study for Alzheimer's but, so far, have not met the qualifications. I would also love to be tested for my likelihood of having Alzheimer's but have not been able to get my doctor to agree. Some people don't want to know - I do. It wouldn't change anything about how I feel about my life. We should all be living the way we think best, and appreciate each and every minute we have on this earth.
I still miss him. I always will.