It breaks my heart because dementia took my dad away from me. 💔😢 He's still here, sitting beside me, holding my hand—but so much of him has already slipped away. The stories he once told with pride, the names he once said with such warmth, the spark in his eyes when he laughed—all fading, piece by piece.
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Some days he remembers my name. Some days he doesn’t. And while I try to stay strong for him, a part of me mourns quietly every day. I miss the conversations, the way he used to protect and guide me, the way his presence once felt so solid and sharp.
Now, I cherish the little moments—when he smiles, when he squeezes my hand, when he hums a song from long ago. Even in this confusion, I know he feels our love. And I will keep showing up, no matter how far he drifts. Because love remembers, even when memory doesn’t. 🕊️
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