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We went out for pizza that day. Just a simple moment. We tried to play dominoes—no one really knowing how—but for a moment it didn’t matter. There was laughter. Connection, Togetherness. And then something shifted. The game changed. Or maybe… it didn’t change—but it no longer made sense. Instead of playing, he started building. Then knocking them down. Then frustration. Not just frustration… but the quiet awareness that something wasn’t right. Shifting to something that uses

I’m hanging out with my dad—just me and him. One of those days you don’t plan, but end up meaning everything. We go get ice cream. We buy him some new shoes. We head home, grab lunch, and sit down watching a movie together. Just a daughter and her dad. And this caregiver... Completely oblivious. Because somewhere between the smiles, ice cream, conversation, the shoes, and the movie… the cane was gone. His purple cane. The one he loves. The one you better not comment on the c

Last night, I stayed with him at the hospital. They were running tests to rule out anything serious—his chest hurt, his body ached—but what I felt most was the weight of fear. Not just his. The caregiver’s too. Because when dementia is involved, fear doesn’t always make sense. It shows up suddenly. It builds quickly. And without warning, it can escalate into something that feels like a medical emergency. He cried for hours, overwhelmed by something he couldn’t explain. And th

We were on a time crunch. Just a quick stop at the car wash—get in, get it done, get on with the day. Nothing special. Nothing planned. But life has a way of placing moments right in front of you… if you’re paying attention. And my husband always is. Off to the side, there was an older gentleman. You could tell he was struggling—not just with the machine, but with his body. His hands trembled as he tried to figure out the buttons, the hose, the timing. One side of his car too

My dad loves to color pictures for me. But not just any pictures. He only colors pictures of Jesus . They come from those special water-reveal Bible coloring books where you brush water across the page and the colors appear like magic. He doesn’t have to choose colors or worry about staying inside the lines. He just brushes the water across the page and suddenly the picture comes to life. And every time he finishes one, he hands it to me like it belongs in a museum. Then he

This is not exactly what happened... This is what happened in his mind — and in hers. It started simply. They were driving down the road when Dad spotted a woman trying to round up her turkeys. He leaned forward immediately. “Pull over. I’ll help.” Mom looked at him. “I’m a farmer,” he added confidently. He has never been a farmer. But in his story? He absolutely is. So they pulled over. The woman needed help. What she likely didn’t realize was that she was about to receive e