My dad is still alive, but he is not the dad I have known. His health is failing. He is always tired and sleeps more than he is awake. And, when he is awake, he is confused about night and day. He talks about things that make no sense to anyone but him. He can't read his own mail or pay his bills. Everything stresses him out.
My dad was strong. He worked two jobs so my mom could stay home and take care of my sister and me. Anything we wanted, he managed to get, whether it was hula hoops, text books or cabbage patch dolls. When my mom got sick, he cared for her both physically and emotionally. She lived a comfortable, happy life because of him.
My dad deteriorates a little more every day. I don't know what to do. He has wonderful caregivers 24 hours a day as I believe he needs to be in his own home. I speak to him two or three times a day and see him several times a week.
He's here and I love him and cherish every minute with him, but I miss the man he was. I know he misses the man he was too.