This is about my journey taking care of my sweet 88 year old dad, who has Parkinson’s, spinal stenosis, a couple of heart stents and a few other minor ailments. On this final journey together, he is battling Vascular Dementia, which has severely compromised his ability to communicate. He converses with you, but it’s like he pulls out the incorrect words to use, so you get a string of words, which, when used together, make no sense. I am now his voice, his advocate.
In early August, I moved him to an assisted living facility a few blocks from my home and placed him in the memory care unit. I visit him every day and sometimes twice a day. I am thankful I can do this as he deserves the very best care and I intend to make sure he gets it.