Kelley Irwin

One day last week, (Aug 2024), Dad and I were planning our next adventure.

It has been 20 months since we received a formal medical diagnosis of dementia.

Conversation this day:

Dad – I’m happy to see you.

Me – I’m happy to see you too. Do you think we should play mini-putt golf next week?

Dad – Maybe. I like to play. Do you think your mother will want to join us?

Me – Of course. She doesn’t like to be left out.

Dad – Do you think I’ll be able to play?

Me – I do. I’ve been lifting weights so I can take care of you if you feel uneasy on your feet. I’ll just hold you up until you feel better.

Dad – Okay. And I’ll focus on getting stronger too so I can take care of you next year.

It doesn’t matter how much impact this disease has on him physically or mentally. He continues to think and plan for taking care of his family and friends.

That’s my Dad.