A Visit from my Dad
Dreams, Dementia, and Death.
My dad came to visit me last night. But it’s probably not what you think.
I live in Burbank, California — almost thirty years now. My dad lives 3000 miles away in East Greenwich, Rhode Island. He’s been there for almost all of his eighty-eight years. He’s a great guy. Loving. Caring. Good sense of humor, and always leaves people with a smile. But he’s also…