The funny thing about spending a lot of time with my Dad is that I am learning the language of Alzheimer’s.
A verbatim story from a car ride last week:
Dad: “So I think, um, we’re trying, um, and, um, we can’t figure out…um, so we go and can’t find her…and, um…,” he said, waving his hands in the air.
Suzanne: “Do you mean, getting tithing envelopes from the church?”
“Yes!” he answered, looking pleased.
How did I figure that out? Well, I just don’t know.