He Told Me to Choose Him or My Dementia-Stricken Father—So I Did

spark in me.

Not shame.

Not guilt.

Rage.

Because it was so easy for them to judge from a distance.

It was so easy to say, Put him somewhere.

It was so easy to call it “help.”

It was so easy to look away.

That weekend, Dad wandered.

It happened fast, the way disasters always do.

I was in the laundry room folding towels. Dad was in the living room watching an continue reading …