Posted on Jun 10, 2010. See more in In My Words

“He didn’t mean it,” my father said. And he blushed. The red rising from his neck, a tide of shame rolling upward to those high, prominent cheekbones. It was something I had never seen before – my father, embarrassed, looking away uneasily. We were out for lunch, something I’d been trying to do weekly since the diagnosis. Alzheimer’s they had told us. The...

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