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

the world.

Dad watched them, quiet.

Then he said, almost to himself:

“People think love is the part where it feels good.”

I glanced at him.

He continued, voice trembling.

“But love is the part where you stay.”

I didn’t speak.

I couldn’t.

Because my father—who was losing pieces of his mind—still understood the core of it better than my husband ever had.

That continue reading …