God's Love and Care in Unexpected Places
Recently I came across this story that happened many years ago. My 36 year old daughter was only nine when these things occurred. My family and I lived 1500 miles from the place I had called home. My mother did the best she could to keep a degree of normalcy in the house where I had lived my high school years. My dad was fading as Alzheimers continued to progress. My father although not book smart had a wealth of practical knowledge of everything from the inner workings of any car to the best way to build a house. Now it was doubtful how much longer he would be able to look at us and remember that we were family as well as remember our names. I made arrangements to see my father hoping he was more himself than not. My youngest daughter came with me. Jessica loved her Pop-pop and she was the one who could make him smile. After our arrival and life was proceeding as usual, my father did seem more like himself than not. Yes , his attention span was shorter and he left more sentenc...