This fragile being before me.
Eyes filled with wonder search my face
And then light up as he finds me among all those intertwined faces in his mind.
I take a tissue and wipe the tears that fall from his eyes
And I lay my palm aside his head.
Thoughts of life and love and dreams and laughter
Of tears and memories and joy and sorrow
All the life a soul will live...
I look with so much love at this small, fragile person before me...
And I whisper, " I love you, Dad."
These simple words will never be enough to convey the love I feel for my father. Or the sadness that fills my soul as the heartless disease of Dementia takes him farther and farther away. These words come from my heart, and despite my best intentions, fail to convey the anguish that his loved ones feel as he slips away into the past. He is peaceful now, and for that I am thankful. But I miss him. I miss talking to him. I miss seeing him walk through the door. I miss the man that he was. And I embrace the man he continues to be...my dad.