06/06/2017
So as some of you may know we lost my mother and father on Mothers day weekend. Today I went into my shop to work on a piece that has been put off for too long. But after only a couple minutes I started having memories of my dad. You see dad was diagnosed with dementia like 10 years ago and for quite a while he was able to function quite normally. About 3 or 4 years back my mom and sister would tell me all of the normal dementia stories about my dad. Being mean, getting lost in memories, not remembering where he had spent the day and not being able to carry on conversation. I didn't believe them, because you see, For some time My dad would come out to my shop a couple times a week. He always had a dry sense of humor, particularly with my wife, so she would ask me to go out to the shop when he would come out. Looking back now I used to dread these moments. He always started out the conversation with "Oh man, I feel like a bucket of s**t" 😃 , But he was always normal and showed no signs of his dementia even though everyone was telling me he was so bad. We would sit in the shop for any where from a half hour to 2 hours at a time. He would watch me airbrush or sand parts and was always asking me questions like why and how.... Kinda like a kid would ask his parent. I would explain and he would always seem to understand. He seemed very interested and complemented me on things as he saw them appear, So today I realized that he would not be coming back for these dreaded afternoon visits I had to stop and walk out. It makes me so sad to think about that but at the same time I know that I have memories with my dad that many people don't get to have with their parent. I know that he enjoyed our visits and looking back at them I did too. The final years were the closest that I spent with my dad and I know that now I will always cherish those moments. My mom was my biggest fan and she will be missed immensely but that is a different story.