Dad

Most of you know that I make a couple of trips a year to see my Dad in England. He’s in his eighties and has dementia. My visits have been increasingly tough, and it’s hard to leave him when he’s not really able to live on his own, but insists on doing so.

Dad has an amazing care manager. He’s arranged for my Dad to have three visits a week to check on him and do some cleaning and shopping. A small thing – yet a big thing to us, and an answer to prayer.