I took my father out to dinner this evening. This is the man who taught me about life, prepared me as best he could to be a man, taught me to play ball, took my brothers and I on fishing vacations, taught us how to play pool, bought us a swimming pool and worked hard to make certain we never wanted for anything.
As I was feeding him, doling out one scoop of Wendy’s frosty after another, one of his favorites, I couldn’t help but think about how much Alzheimer’s sucks it. I’m not the crying type but I was choking the tears back is I scooped out his next bite and he took the cup and tried to put the non-business end of the spoon in his mouth, attempting to use it as if it were a straw.
The only full sentence he knows anymore is one I gave him two years ago… Four words: I’m still here, baby.
I’m not one for mushy, touchy posts, but with the wife up north on a retreat, I’ve got no outlet.
All I can say is whiskey-tango-foxtrot. Seeing him like that sucks.
If it’s possible to outride that disease, I’m going to. Fuck you Alzheimer’s.