I took my mom on a date because my dad has dementia and she needed a break from caring for him. I’d offer to take my dad somewhere, but I’m pretty sure I’d just get stood up.
My dad would probably say that joke was in poor taste, but he doesn’t remember what it tasted like.
My dad is apparently on “the spectrum”: he’s is fixated on For Unto Us A Child Is Born. I’ve lost track of how many times I’ve hit re-play. I think it was 45 minutes. Even the most pious would be tried. This isn’t a joke. Dementia: the adult autism spectrum.
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