Kelley Irwin

One day this week (April 2024), Dad and I discussed contract negotiations.

I was telling him about a recent board meeting discussion I was in. I said it’s interesting to me how negotiations always have the factual aspect – price, terms, assets – and the human aspect. People want to feel respected and safe in the discussion and after they sign. A deal where both sides feel good about the trade-offs is always a better deal. Unless you’re a jerk.

Dad “You sound like me.”
Me: “You taught me well.”
Dad: “It’s obvious you listened. Now, I won’t always be here you know. In about 10 years, you’ll have to figure it out yourself.”
Me: “Do you think I’ll be okay?”
Dad: “Oh yes. Just stay focused and you won’t miss anything.”

We both had tears in the corner of our eyes. Dad’s were pride in my achievements. Mine were thinking of a day I’d have to figure things out without him.

It has been 17 months since we received a formal medical diagnosis of dementia. We have many conversations that are not based in the reality of the day. This one was a gift. Dad was engaged and on his game. And still giving me sound advice. I can’t ask for more than that.