Spending time with my parents is a blessing… Their age makes them confused. My mother is the one diagnosed with dementia. But I’ve noticed my father beginning to get confused living with my mom.
At McDonalds the other day he wanted a hamburger as he was eating it he couldn’t remember what it was called…
He looked at me and looked at it and said “it’s a chicken wrap, right?” He knew he was wrong we looked at each other and just laughed! He eventually realized it was a hamburger! My smart daddy…
It’s truly a blessing getting to spend this time with him… And my mom!
In awe of being so very blessed!
