It’s hell getting old — and it’s hell watching someone you love get old. Father Time is a thief and often a cruel one at that. We lost my Dad to Alzheimer’s four years ago. It was hard, and it was heartbreaking, as were the several years preceding it, though, blessedly, his onset didn’t come until he was in his early 80s.
There came a time, though, when we had to take the car keys away to ensure his safety and that of others. He didn’t put up much of a fuss. He got it in his head that it was due to his pacemaker. After trying to explain that wasn’t it, we quit forcing the issue. He accepted the change in roles and responsibilities, and we adapted.
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