After my mom passed away, my dads memory went downhill incredibly fast. I’ll spare you the details, but he’s now in a memory care facility. I have to admit, there are times when I intentionally skip going to see him. My dad was never a loving, caring, nurturing dad. But that’s not why I skip my visits. First, he really doesn’t know who I am. He generally calls me his “old friend”, which doesn’t bother me. He then always shows me a picture of our family (which I’m in) and says “what do you think of the picture I had them hang up? Hard to believe that’s my family”. Then he will start to get teary eyed about my mom. That, that is why I have a hard time going to see him. Even though he wasn’t a perfect dad, okay, that’s being nice….he wasn’t a nice dad. It’s at the times when he gets sad I realize there’s a lost, scared man in there. I can’t promise that I’ll always do the right thing with my dad, but I’m trying.