Parents Dementia My Dad Is Forgetting Who My Kids Are
There is a well-worn path between my house and my parents’ that my kids traverse daily. Growing up with grandparents as next door neighbors comes with benefits: Opportunities for impromptu chats abound, as do (seemingly) endless ice cream treats in the freezer drawer, and episodes of Jeopardy! in the living room (we have no TV at our house). At present, this proximity also comes with a front-row seat to my 82-year-old dad’s decline....