Dad was confused
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Today, Dad seemed confused again, and it broke my heart in ways that are hard to explain. There are moments when he looks at me with a blankness in his eyes, as though the threads of memory have slipped just out of reach. Sometimes he struggles to find the right words or forgets where he is, and I can see the frustration in his face. It’s as if he knows something is missing, yet he can’t quite grasp it, leaving him caught in a fog that neither of us can clear away.
Watching this unfold is not easy. This is the same man who once held so much strength, who taught lessons with wisdom and authority, who was my guide and protector. Now, the roles feel reversed—I am the one guiding him, repeating things gently, and trying to ease the worry in his mind. I remind him that he is safe, that he is loved, and that no matter how much confusion creeps in, he is never alone.
There are fleeting moments of clarity, when his eyes brighten and a smile stretches across his face, and in those seconds, it feels like I have him back again. Those moments are treasures I hold onto tightly, because they remind me of the man he has always been.
Though confusion visits often, love remains constant. Even when memories fade, the bond between us endures. I know that deep down, he still feels it—the comfort of family, the reassurance of love, the warmth of being cared for. And so, while Dad may be confused, I will continue to be his steady ground, his reminder of belonging, and his voice of comfort when words fail him.
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