Dignity

With a Ready Smile and Sparkling Eyes

That was my dad, until dementia got the better part of him.

As my dad's dementia progressed so did the loss of sparkle and life in his face. His family, who knew him so well could still feel the most subtle sparks of that spirit until the end. What carried him through the sometimes obvious, and sometimes oblivious (to him) condition was the love of his family.