Next week, my dad will be starting at a respite program for Alzheimers’ patients. He spent a day there recently as part of the evaluation process. A very nice gentleman befriended him and invited him to play golf one day. Dad was pleased. A good sign, I thought, that he might make a smooth adjustment to the program.

Later, it occured to me that two men, both with Alzheimers’, playing golf, sounded rather…well, let’s call it risky.

I remember reading once about Ronald Reagan, in the early stages of Alzheimers’, continuing to play golf with friends. His friends had to turn him around to tee off in the proper direction.

See? That’s what worries me.

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