I remember my Dad who could do almost anything. He was a police officer, public speaker, candidate for state legislature, community organization leader, home builder, electrician, auto mechanic. I depended on his advice as I grew from a young child into adulthood. Then came Alzheimer’s disease. On one of my trips home for a visit, he looked at me and said, “I want to go home.” I told him, “you are at home.” He then got angry with me. My Mom told me to take him for a short car ride. When we drove back into the driveway, he was at peace again. It dawned on me that our roles had reversed. He now depended on me.
Submitted by David A.