Alright, I havent told anyone on here, but my father who is 62 this year, is in late stage Alzheimers. His motor skills are very limited, as is his speech. He can not write or read, he has hallucinations, and hes very restless. BUT, he does know who people are, he just doesnt know their names. Like, he knows im his youngest daughter, he knows WHAT my name is, but he cant say it because he doesnt know it... i know that it doesnt make sense when i tell you guys that, but if youve ever known anyone with dementia you can understand what im saying....ANYW AY... My mom went on a 3 day vacation and my two older sisters and i are taking care of him, because he obviously cant be left alone. Well, my sister Amanda was here this morning, and when i came home from work, she left and i am here for the rest of the night and overnight. My father came to me saying something about asking me how old i was and my birthday and telling me he had something that his mother gave him that he wanted me to have and hes been trying to give me it for a long time, but couldnt remember my birthday... so i said alright, and he went to go get it. well.... he came back with a small make up case, and an old coffee container filled with mostly quarters, but a few pennies and dimes here and there. he told me that it was the last of his money that he had, and he wanted me to have it because he didnt know what to do with it anymore. he told me that hes been trying to give it to me for a long time but he didnt want anyone else around because he didnt want them to know. he said he knew i needed it (somehow it clicked in his head how much i had spent on my puppy these last two months, he may have overheard my mom and i talking about it, and knew she had costed me a lot of money) and he wanted me to have it. so i thanked him and gave him a hug, and thats when he started to cry and tell me that he loved me. of course, this made me cry... he told me that hes always loved me so much and that i was his little girl, and he told me how much his mother loved me. (i dont remember his mother because i was very very little, maybe a few months old, when she died) so here i am crying like a looney, and my father crying and telling me about how everyone loves me (im not sure how true THAT is... i can name a few family members who wont even say hello to me) but yeah, i just had to share that because i thought it was so sweet of him. hes had this disease since i was 12yrs old, so its about 8 yrs that hes had it... and he was always the guy who knew how to do EVERYTHING.. he built the house i live in.... its just horrible to see him this way.... thanks for reading guys! sorry its so long!
