Every week, I visit my father, who has Alzheimer’s and lives alone.
When I tell people this they say, “Is that safe?”“Probably not,” I say, and think, Is life?
“We’re trying to help him stay there as long as possible.” They’ll say, “I’m sorry.” I’ll say, “Thank you.” But here is the truth: I am enjoying Dad’s Alzheimer’s.
When he first started having symptoms, before my mother died, it was hard, of course.
I am not making light of a terrible disease, and I’m aware that at any time my dad’s symptoms could take a turn.
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