An elderly gentleman with Alzheimer’s sitting outdoors, wearing a Notre Dame football sweatshirt, in a hospital courtyard featuring animal sculptures. He presents a pensive expression while seated on a bench. Remarkably clear about what he does and doesn’t know in the zoo.
Here is a man that could easily feel defeated, and at times had.
Here is a man that is aware that the present is just past the future and that the present seems disorganized, cloudy, and like a broken puzzle.
Here is a man who by his own action manifested his nightmare.
Here is my Dad — a human that, in spite of his disease, outputs perspective that helps me see and hold to the present magnitudes more than without him. I’m thankful that he found his way to me and became my Dad. I’m thankful that I am his son.
