I’ve been taking care of my father for years now. He has a lot of health issues. The saddest one to see is the dementia. It’s like watching him slowly fade away. Sometimes, it doesn’t seem so bad. Other days it seems like he doesn’t remember what we discussed five minutes ago.

He sleeps a lot. Some days he sleeps most of the day. Today has been one of those days. One of those, “I wonder if he’s going to wake up kind of days.”

I’m doing the best I can, but sadness permeates this house and has for a long time. I know it won’t always be like this. As long as I’ve been dealing with this, though, I don’t know if I’m ready for it to end.

Some therapist is will make a lot of money off me one day.