Apparently, Bob snuck into the shower at an odd hour yesterday. He slipped and fell.
He was completely out of it when I went to see him later.
He appeared to be confused when I told him it was time to walk down the hallway in the Adult Foster Home where he lives to get his supper.
I had to take his hand and lead the way.
I don’t even know what a person does with that. My dad. Sitting on the edge of his bed, not understanding my words.
Sweet, sweet daughter.
One weeps – then, returns to the next painful task.