In the last couple of weeks since my Dad passed away, I’ve found myself saying a number of times, “The last time I was here/did this, Dad was here”. Some of those memories have been ones I’ve smiled at other have been ones where I’ve shed a tear because even in these memories Dad’s illness was taking hold of him and turning him into a shell of the person he used to be.
These are the memories that will remain with me forever, and I’m sure in the coming days and weeks, many more memories of my Dad will come flooding back to me.
The Dad I knew and loved left us a few years ago as his vascular dementia took over his life. That however hasn’t made it any easier to cope with the death of Dad, as although he was not the Dad I knew, physically, it still looked like him, even right to the end.
Memories are all I have of my Dad now, but my love for him will live on, forever.
The Distinct Dot 