For the last couple weeks Dad calls out and asks "who is that little girl in the hallway?". Well, we live in a single family home, so there is no little girl. I know it's the Azheimer's talking. 😦 The first time this happened, I chalked it up to he must have been having a… Continue reading Who’s That Little Girl?
Dad & Dementia Meds
I don't know how many years ago Dad was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease (I was living out of state and travelling out of the country). But I do remember there was a time that he was displaying very aggressive, angry behavior toward my Mom. I would be talking with her on the phone and I… Continue reading Dad & Dementia Meds
Little White Lies
Growing up, I learned quite quickly, that lying to Dad was definitely not a good idea. He either had that special version of parental ESP or heightened Spidey Senses, that always resulted in him finding out the truth..... pretty darn quick. Or I just sucked at lying. Actually, it was likely a little bit of… Continue reading Little White Lies
Introducing My Dad Frank
I guess I've always been Daddy's Little Girl. My mom laments that my first word was Dada! And as a young girl, I called him Daddy-O. He's a proud man of Sicilian decent, and devoutly religious, even at 92 years old. He never wanted or tried to be the center of attention, but he had… Continue reading Introducing My Dad Frank