“I feel like it forced you out of yourself, Daddy,” says Rachel. “I teased you, ‘Now I know what’s going on in that pea brain of yours.’ You finally felt like you needed to communicate with us, and that was a change I really appreciated.”
Says David: “Daddy, your shift was like this—before, you had always sent my allowance check to school without a note. Then after Mommie’s news broke, I started to get this epistle every three months or so, sharing what you were thinking.”
Our daughter and son were describing how I was changing after Martha was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s. Their mother always was the talker in our family—until she could talk no more.