Sometimes the changes that affect the well-being of our loved ones come about so slowly that we don’t understand what’s happening. Even being a medical professional didn’t make me immune from misunderstanding what was happening to my father.
For many years it was clear that my father was progressively withdrawing from the world. Normally gregarious and the life of the party, he became increasingly quiet. A couple of years ago, Dad, now in his 80s, began to walk with a shuffling gait, with painfully slow movements.
When we exchanged emails, he still had all of his sharp intellectual curiosity, profound insights on the community and warm storytelling skills; but in person, he was fading away. I was especially shocked and saddened to observe him at the wedding reception of a close friend of mine, sitting quietly in a corner, excluding himself from the festivities and happy conversations.
My “diagnosis” was no different from those of his friends and other family members: He was certainly suffering from the inevitable mental and physical effects of the aging process. Maybe even the beginnings of dementia.