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He calls her “Glen.” I call my dad “VinSaint” — because honestly, the man is an angel 😇 Our family’s dementia journey started nearly six years ago, when we found out my grandfather, Ralphie, had been living with dementia. We had no idea what to do with that information. But we did what felt right — we honored his wish to stay home as long as possible. One thing we did do? We took out the back gate of the fence at his house. It led straight to the alley, and we worried about

When Gutter Cleaning Becomes Performance Art So picture this: it’s gutter-cleaning day at my parents’ house, and somehow I end up on the ladder. Classic. I’m up there, mud flying, trying to wrestle with last year’s gunk while my dad stands down below—supervised hydration technician—holding the water hose. Except… he’s not exactly in “helping” mode. No, today he’s in “full confidence in his daughter” mode. Every time my brother offers to step in, Dad waves him off like a royal

“There’s no need to fear… Underdog is here!” 🎶 I noticed Mom humming and asked, “What are you singing? ”She chuckled, “Oh, you wouldn’t know it—it’s before your time.” Then she broke into that classic line, voice soft and playful. I asked why that song came to mind. She smiled. “It was supposed to be a peaceful day — just me (aka Polly) tending to my flowers, humming to myself like a walking lullaby. But before I could even finish adjusting the gnome, the garden was under

“The Mousse, the Shampoo, and the Rainbow Day” In true Colorado fashion, the weather couldn’t make up its mind—it was cold, wet, windy… and somehow, rainbow-filled. It was one of those days where the sky was having an identity crisis, and so, apparently, was the bathroom. Dad was feeling fly this morning. He’d laid out his clothes the night before, pressed to perfection like he had somewhere important to be—like the cover of GQ  or just the front seat of the car. After his sh