Dementia

I Wait

As I write this I’m waiting to hear from New Mexico that my father has passed away. He stopped swallowing the other day and was struggling to breathe yesterday. This is the natural progression of advanced dementia and it feels merciless to me. I am sad. My mom is sad. My sisters are sad. We’re…

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Daddy’s Hands

Daddy’s hands were soft and kind when I was cryin´. Daddy´s hands, were hard as steel when I´d done wrong. Daddy´s hands, weren´t always gentle But I´ve come to understand. There was always love in Daddy´s hands. This is the song I danced  to with my father over 26 years ago at my wedding. Dad…

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