My father made a rare appearance sometime early this morning. We were sitting in the living room of my parents’ house in Kahala, my father in the chair that had been his regular spot. I had no sense of how we got there or what else was going on, but it somehow seemed relatively normal. [...]
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It’s good to know that my dad’s persistent anxiety focusing on his car isn’t unique. Apparently it’s quite common for people suffering from Alzheimer’s or other forms of dementia. He often goes through the same refrain. Where are my keys? I have to go downstairs because I can’t remember where I parked the car. I’m [...]
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