Over the next nine days he experienced two cycles where we really thought he’d lost his mind. He saw people all night long, some who shook him and screamed at him. They told him they were going to kill him or one of his children if he didn’t shut up. In his mind my brother […]

Understand I can only imagine what my father actually feels. I know this narrative is one-sided, comprised of my own thoughts and versions of the facts. That’s to be expected, but I do try to imagine how reality must appear to my father. When the only artifacts of LBD consisted of fuzzy balls, dragonflies, and texture […]

As my father’s health began to change in the summer of 2013, I admit we didn’t see the full magnitude. Disturbed sleeping patterns were hard for me to discern since I spent only one day a week with him sleeping in my home. I might hear him cry out once or twice. He might rise […]

Understanding Lewy Body Dementia takes a few readings. I’ve met two types of people with regard to this disease; those who know exactly what it is and those who have no clue. Everyone knows what a heart attack is, even if they don’t know someone who’s had one. But this one is different. It sounds […]

My father moved in with my brother Labor Day weekend of 2010. Snapper and I drove the 400 miles in a van to load his possessions. While it was kind of sad to think, we knew this was a momentous event. More than likely this would be the last time either of us visited the […]

My father is dying. Slowly. As he lies in his bed at hospice I sit here in comfort in my office wondering how in the hell I’m going to process this in some way to make it digestible. It’s a nebulous thought, still detached from my reality like the trip one plans to take in […]