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

folded it back into the envelope and slid it into a drawer.

Not because I needed to win.

But because I needed to remember who I was becoming.

A month later, something happened that Mark never expected.

Dad had a good day.

A truly good day.

He woke up and knew my name.

He ate his eggs.

He laughed at a joke on television.

He even shaved, carefully, like he was continue reading …