Unconditional love ❤️

I just spent the last evening and this morning with my step dad. Many of you know he has dementia. I’ve not spent the night in a while and it’s amazing how much he changes in 3 months and huge changes in 6 months. I had to run an errand before I came to him yesterday and as I drove by I saw him and his respite worker standing in the corner looking at the new buildings that have been built beside them. At first I didn’t recognize him because he looked much older and then realized it was him. It’s different seeing him in his home. I forget he’s 83. He was shocked yesterday that he was that old he told me he thought he was 60.

I love this man with all of my heart. He’s been my dad since the first time I met him and he continues to be that father figure in my life. It’s hard to watch him struggle when he gets confused or is not sure where he is. Despite his memory loss he’s one of the greatest things I have in my life. I love this man so much. No matter what he can’t remember he remembers who his family is and this morning we looked at photographs and pointed out every photo of his wife his best friend, the special lady in his life. He admires her so much. I love that love he has for her. Unconditional love. ❤️

I love spending time with this man. He’s funny and says funny things. He’s often more serious but he’s wise. He loves picture books with photographs of the area around here and Vancouver Island. He’s been to so many of the places and reconizes them from the books. His heart is huge for so many things and his love of music never fails him. He knows what most of the tunes are. I realized a while ago that it doesn’t matter what he remembers or not he’s the best thing that ever happened to me and I treasure our times together. Until the next time dad. ❤️

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