Nobody told me that life could be so harsh, they did say the day would come when a reversal of roles would take place between parent and child. Oh no I thought that wont happen to me, but hey I am here to tell you it does, slowly, quietly, ready to one day spring up and shout "got you", you find yourself reeling from the shock, when you look at the man, once so tall and strong, looking at you with watery eyes, bent over, shuffling around, deaf, hardly able to see, clothes no longer fitting. Where are you, where have you gone to, my oak, my rock, my comforter, where have you gone dad, where are you in your head, I can see your body but your vacant eyes tell me nothing, and yet they tell me everything, they tell me of the pain every step you take, they tell me of the confusion you feel, they tell me of the frustration you feel.
Then as I turn my head to brush away the tears, I look back to see your blue eyes twinkling, a smile on your handsome face, that I see, and I see my DAD, not the dad that dementia has given me, but my DAD. But these moments become more infrequent, something they didnt tell you about, and soon that beautiful face that I know and love wont know and love me. Dear god above, release him from this torture before that happens.........................
