, ones, his ability to care for himself, his ability to converse, his ability to walk, and his wandering....which forced us to place him in assisted living for his safety. This was heartbreaking for us, as he could no longer live with "my Joan" as he called her. I am grateful to his caregivers there and to my family who took such good care of him.
At the end, the man he had become was nothing like my strong, brave, intelligent, witty, warm, loving and giving father. I could no longer talk or laugh with him or benefit from his wise guidance. He was a shell of who he used to be. I could only hold his hand and remember who he and we used to be. I thank God he no longer has Alzheimer's. I believe he is whole now and in heaven.
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