I have been thinking about this a lot in the past 24 hours. My father was diagnosed with AD yesterday. I am in shock. He has always been my rock, the one I counted on and believed in. This is a man who has always lived a life of the mind, he was always reading something, discussing French New Wave films with me, loves classical music (especially Bach, which he loves to break down "mathematically," to use his term).
For the past few months, he has not really been talking to me. I suspected something was up, but could not figure out what it was. I put it all together yesterday, realized that he is no longer able to carry on a conversation the way he used to all the time, is aware of it, and does not want to "embarrass himself" over the phone with me. I am feeling so numb right now. I feel as if I have lost my father.