Alzheimer's Grandpa

My dad met my kids today.

I dropped the kids off at school and drove a few hours to pick up my parents at the airport. My papa was a bit confused, but we made small talk about the trees changing colors and other random things. When we got home, I showed him around and he complimented me every chance he could. He kept peeking in the kids rooms, "Do kids live here? Have I met them before? How old are they?"

Yep, Papa. I have two kids, a 6-year-old boy named Parker and a 4-year-old girl named Matilda. You saw them two years ago in Montana. They are so cute, and you will love them!

At school pick-up, all the kids came flooding into the cafeteria and he turned to me asking, "Which ones are yours?" I pointed them out and he couldn't help but cry as he told me how beautiful they were. Then, he fought back tears asking Parker what his name was and how old he was. On the way home he kept asking me what the little one's name was and telling me how amazed he was that the big one was so big.

He spent the afternoon telling me how wonderful the kids are, how cute Matilda is, and how beautiful I am when I smile.

My dad has Alzheimer's, but right now he is in this sweet spot where he is experiencing life with a fresh set of eyes.

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