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

booths and warm coffee.

The waitress called Dad “hon” and refilled his mug without making him feel slow.

Dad told her, in a rare moment of clarity, “My daughter’s the best thing I ever did.”

I had to look down at the menu so I wouldn’t cry in public.

On the way out, Dad paused by the door.

A young couple walked in, holding hands, laughing, impatient with continue reading …