Days With My Father
January 23, 2009
Photography and words that move.
That nearly moved me to tears as I looked at it, here, at my work desk.
Days With My Father, by Phillip Toledano – a portrait of the photographer’s father as he descends into a form of Alzheimer’s-like short term memory loss. It’s amazing. Touching.
I’m going to go back to missing my grandfather now, thanks.
Found via an older post by Bill at MTLB.
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That was amazing.
I’m in the same situation right now with my mother. She’s slowly slipping into dementia. Every time I tell her that her mother (my grandmother) died 25 years ago, she’s as devastated as if hearing it for the first time.
I’ve stopped telling her. When she asks how Grandma is doing, I just say “Fine.”
One of the few things that I’m thankful for when my grandfather passed away was that, once it hit his brain (he had lung cancer, but it spread to his brain) he died shortly after that. With little confusion.
A hard week of waiting, but thankfully it was only a week.