That was pretty tough to deal with. Usually she didn't remember who we were. It was especially hard on my dad. At the same time, my dad's health was pretty poor, and deteriorating, although his mind was still sharp. I was able to visit him in December because I knew the time was short, and that was a huge blessing. But it was hard to see him that frail. He had been 5'10" and probably 180 most of his adult life. When I visited him he was 92 years of age, and 92 lbs. He passed away December 26th.

I'm also the mini bro for an elderly couple in my ward. He goes to church in a wheelchair, and she uses a walker. He has a little dementia going on too. I got a call from them after I'd gone to bed Monday night that he had fallen. They had a daughter and son-in-law with them, but needed some help.

I went over and he was still on the floor because he was too heavy for the son-in-law to help up on his own. He wasn't injured, but he had vomited on himself, and was also messy down below. I was over there about 40 minutes helping get him clean, changed, and then back into bed.

Although I was glad to be able to help, the children are probably going to have to make some changes. Their dad needs more care than his wife, or the woman that currently helps out can provide. That's a hard thing financially, as well as emotionally.