Dad Days - July

When this all started, I thought there's 

no HOPE.  I just couldn't find anything 

good in Alzheimer's Disease.  

There's no getting better - it's a downward

slope - no matter what.

There's no cure.  There's no treatment.  

There's no end of time frame, so it even seems

the hope of Heaven after the suffering

is so unknown.  But then, then, 

you realize that although there might not

be hope, there is purpose.  

Maybe it was for my mom, sisters

and I to fall in love with the other patients

suffering.  Maybe it was to give them

a smile, a laugh, some meaning.  

Perhaps it was God teaching ME.  

Wanda, Joy, Bobbie, Jerry, Rosie (mija),

Mrs. Jasek...we love them all.  

Mother's 79th Birthday was coming and 

I wanted Dad to have a card for her.  

I had to tell him what to put but yet

he basically had his same handwriting.

This.Awful.Disease.  

Breaks my heart.  Over and Over.  

He was clueless, but deep down, he's not❤

His hands❤

Our "Beautiful Mom & Sisters"

text group is our LIFE LINE!

Without the constant communication and

LAUGHTER, I don't know what we'd do!!!;)

Poor Dad :(

I could not have written the following

more perfectly.  I get every single

thing this person is saying.

It's such truth!!!!............

I love you, Dad.  ❤