These past few months have been difficult.
I lost my mother in December to a fast acting cancer. She was 94 and died at home. I could not save her.
Her death caused my father’s dementia to become much, much worse. He is 93. It is heartbreaking watching him become more and more confused each day. I cannot save him.
Because of my mother’s age, people told me that she had lived a full life. They were trying to comfort me. Could you also argue that the longer you have someone, the tougher it is to let go?
These incidents have reminded me of my son’s first hospitalization. It happened on my birthday. Because he was ill, I was surprised when he handed me a home-made birthday card when I visited him at the hospital. I described what happened next in my book, CRAZY: A Father’s Search Through America’s Mental Health Madness.