This is the start of the end, my friend

I didn't think I would blog again about dementia. But I feel that would let down other families of dementia sufferers. Whenever I see dad now "this is the end" scrolls through my mind. Yes a doors track, quite fitting for a master builder, doors.....get it , a building component? Such a very strong man who taught me to be human, not a girl, not a boy, but a human who can do anything. He is still here but not. I will enjoy making the raised beds tomorrow for the garden because he showed me how to saw, drill, and assemble. Bear in mind I am still crap at ikea stuff! But I am shit hot with wood! Gosh this sounds a bit suggestive, but he would also laugh at that . He was mr joke, mr carry on. But now he he is mister confused, mr unhappy, and mr gone.