Kelley Irwin

One day this week (Nov 2023), I shared the first draft printout of my new book with Mom and Dad.

The three of us sat outside in a quiet place so Dad could focus and we talked about it. Dad held the book and was able to read the title out loud. Please Join – There’s no place like tech.

Mom: Do you like that?
Dad: “Yes. I do. Tell me again the source of this. Is this Kelley’s book?”

Mom: Yes. She reads a few pages of the book out loud about supporting young girls.
Dad: Laughs, and then says, “That’s true, I supported Kelley along the way.”

Mom: reads that I asked for a typewriter when I was 10 to be able to get my thoughts on paper faster.
Dad: “Now where did she think we could find that kind of money?”

Mom: reads about taking the first step when something seems overwhelming.
Dad: “That’s right. Decide which part you want to start with.”

Mom: reads about girls understanding their own strengths and asks Dad if he thinks I know my strengths.
Dad: “Yes. And when she goes to sleep, it all sinks into her brain. Absolutely.”

Mom: “I wonder how much the brain can take in. I mean, we are in our 80’s.”
Dad: “Are you sure? I only feel 72. (Pause) What? Why are you looking at me?”

Me: “I love you.”
Dad: “I love you too.”

It has been one year since we received a formal medical diagnosis of dementia. Every event shared with Dad is a blessing. Some days it’s incredibly hard for him to express his thoughts. When he’s on his game like he was this day, it’s a little slice of heaven.