Conversations with my father
It's been almost three years since my father died. He had dementia, possibly Alzheimers, and when he walked outside during the night, he fell and broke his hip.
This was the beginning of the end for him. He was 86 years old.
I was his first child. He used to hold me on his forearm, my he…
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