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

to me.

“I won’t be,” I said.

And here’s where the story gets messy.

Because the next few weeks weren’t inspirational.

They weren’t cinematic.

They weren’t neat.

They were hard.

There were mornings Dad refused to bathe because he thought strangers lived in the bathroom.

There were nights he woke me up at 2 a.m. convinced someone was breaking in.

There were days continue reading …