You don't just lost dad's he still alive
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You’re right — when Dad loses his memory, it’s not the same as losing him completely. He’s still here, still breathing, still a part of my world. But it does feel different, almost like I’ve lost a part of him while still holding on to the rest. It’s a kind of loss that lives in the quiet moments, when I talk to him and he doesn’t always remember my name, or when he looks at me and I can see he’s searching for a memory that won’t come back.
Even with his memory fading, I remind myself every day that he is still my dad. His hands are still warm when I hold them. His smile still lights up the room, even if he doesn’t always know why he’s smiling. His presence brings comfort — a reminder of all the love he gave me through the years. His heart still beats strong, and that means there’s still time to make new memories, even if he may not remember them later.
I’ve learned to treasure the small moments more than ever before. When he laughs, when he hums an old song, when he squeezes my hand — these are the pieces of him that memory loss can’t take away. I no longer expect everything to be the way it once was. Instead, I meet him where he is, in each present moment, and love him just as he is.
Sometimes it hurts to think about how much he’s forgotten. But then I remind myself: he’s still here. He can still feel love, even if he can’t remember every detail of the past. And as long as he’s here, I’ll keep loving him with all my heart, for both of us. I’ll be his memory when his fades. I’ll be his strength when he’s confused.
Losing his memory isn’t the same as losing him. It just means loving him a little differently — with more patience, more tenderness, and a heart full of gratitude for every single day we still have together.
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