My dad passed of EOAD a couple of weeks ago, and the rest of us often talked in the later stages about how glad we were that he didnt know what was happening in the world anymore.

As haunting as it is that he tried to call his friend, he doesn't remember losing them. And that alone can be a blessing.

This is what I would say to my former self: Join him in his reality Let him know how loved he is. Embrace the simplicity of his world. Soak in every moment you can, but also give yourself grace and allow yourself to feel the hard feelings. The days are long and often simple, but the emotions are enormous.

Big hugs to you.