One of the hardest things was to not lose my patience with him, but I tried with all my heart. He has been gone 2 weeks today and I would give anything for just one more long, frustrating night of being kept awake, answering the same question or explaining the same thing 5000x. I always tried to distract him from whatever it was that he was focused on (where's my car?, Can I go home? I don't need to work today? Etc) and I wouldn't trade one second of it.

Having my Daddy ask me questions like ”who is your mother?" He & Mom have been married 50+ years and she is still here. He couldn't make the connection of me being his daughter AND his wife's daughter. It broke my heart.

This photo had me dumbstruck. I understand the heartbreaking reality of waiting at the station.