Alzhimers is so cruel

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My last post triggered a lot of memories of going through Alzhimers with my daddy. It was heartbreaking when he wouldn't know who I was, I'd usually go in the other room and cry. I wouldn't let him see my tears, because I didn't want to upset him. I learned to cherish the times he did know who I was. My daddy and I had a special father, daughter relationship. I didn't get to see him as often as I would have liked, because we lived in different states. But Sunday evenings was our time, I'd call him every Sunday, and we both looked forward to our talks. Even as his Alzhimers progressed, he always waited for my call, even if he didn't know who I was at that moment. I had set up a reminder on my cell to call, and it took me a few years after he had passes on, before I stopped getting the reminders, actually they stopped when I got a new phone. I still miss him every day. Alzhimers may have stole his mind, but I still had his heart.