|Me and Dad. He always seems|
to look tired these days.
He does have his moments, though, and can still make us laugh. When Santa arrived at the party and we pointed him out to Dad, his comment was, "Good, tell him to come to my house."
The next day was the annual Holiday Craft and Bake sale at the assisted living facility (the proceeds go to the Alzheimer's Association) and I was there with a
|Me, Sis, and Dad|
It's hard to grasp that Dad will never "celebrate" another holiday or momentous occasion. To him, now, they are just ordinary days.
And I do recognize that it's *me* that is finding this difficult, not him. He can't miss what he can't remember.
But I can.
|Dad still loves a good hot dog.|
|Dad's roommate, Al, and his daughter, Cathy, at the|