We went to visit my grandfather yesterday, Father's Day. Took the whole family, even my folks who've been divorced for 7 years. My Pa-Paw, as he's called by everyone, is 91 years old, and he has Alzheimer's. He's been in an assisted living facility for going on 3 years now, as it wasn't safe for him to continue living at home with my grandmother.
Pa-Paw has good days and bad days. Sometimes we visit, and he can't remember anyone's name but my mom's. Or he thinks I'm actually my mom. (That's a little scary, but my mom's so cool, I consider it a compliment.)
Read More