Recently I lost my Dad to Alzheimer's. I'm not sure how to deal with This. My Dad was a good provider and father to me and my brothers. It was difficult to watch him struggle with This illness, if you can even call it an illness. I watched him go from a confident smart man to a person who didn't have a clue what was going on in his own life.
If you have never known anyone with this condition, you can't even begin to imagine. My first realization was when he began to be a careless driver, then later when he forgot how to walk.  I could have easily been in denial, but I knew it would only make it harder in the end. The end... not a good choice of words. Four days before he passed away my Mom and I went to visit him. He wasn't my Dad, he was like a stranger sitting before me. I walked into the room where he prepared to eat his meals. He couldn't feed himself because his hands wouldn't work. It was r rally sad.
I fed him.
I never saw him alive again, but I'm not sad. I know that he is in a good place now, no pain, no confusion. I love my Dad! God bless!