Well it certainly is one of the snowiest days we've had here this season. I'd say we've gotten at least 10 inches so far and it's nowhere near over yet.
I called my sister's house today. Sis wasn't home but BIL told me dad's been much worse. Dad came up to BIL the other day almost crying and telling BIL that he's sorry he made him mad the day before. BIL said he wasn't even home then. BIL is a truck driver and stays gone 5-6 days a week. BIL told me several things that were concerning him. Dad even packed his bags last week and said he was going home again. For those who don't know my story, dad's home is here where I am, 700 miles from where he's been living for almost 2 years. BIL said that dad is much better this week. So then BIL hands the phone over to dad and dad starts talking all over the place. I did most of the talking but when he spoke, he could not stick to one particular thing. I would say something about the snow here and he would answer something about breakfast. I asked where my sister was and he said she was there and then said she'd gone somewhere. Then he said "I'll get R". R IS my sister. Then I asked about my neice. Forgetting there's school in the south while we're under a winter storm warning and there's no school here, I asked dad where my neice M was. He said "I'll get her", then "I think she's gone with R", then "oh, she's at school" then "I'll get M so you can talk to her". And all of this he said with barely taking a breath in between!
It seems that we're at the point now where every time I talk to dad, I can tell even by phone that it's getting progressively worse. And that seems pretty bad when you notice the changes over the phone.
I have 3 people in my family with this awful disease now (my dad, his brother and my mom's sister) in addition to two people who have already passed with it (my dad's dad and my mom's mom). I'm still shocked and saddened with every change.
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