There is one particular instance that I remember distinctly. I got a call from my mother that Daddy had fallen while out walking on Samaria Bend. He walked a lot with his head down not really enjoying the scenery but on a mission. Our neighbor down the road called somebody who then called me and I was faced with the task of cleaning up his bloody body. He refused ambulance transport ( go figure ) and I patched him up as best I could.
They did not have home health because he was adamant that they were just fine. He hated the social worker who showed up to work on a plan to make their last days easier. It was a nightmare and battle of the wills. Billy was always a stubborn type and the dementia magnified that part of his personality, The day that we took his keys away was the beginning of the end. I was the bad guy. Not pretty. This was a man who was raised as a poor sharecrpper's son and never forgot it. Compare and contrast this with the current situation in the white house. Daddy didn't have nuclear codes or insider trading deals. He was just one man trying to control the universe. Sound familiar? Anywho, y'all stay warm and keep the faith ^j^
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