Yesterday, my dad phoned me. He asked if I still lived at home, what my job was, and then—out of nowhere—if “mommy” had a new boyfriend. For a moment, I froze. Mommy was in the other room.

Then he said he wanted to call “Nana Betty”… his mother, who passed away long before I was born. In that moment, I realized: in his mind, he’s 18 again, still in high school, living in a world that no longer exists.

He wakes my mom at 2am, asking if it’s time for class. He’s forgotten his career, his dreams, and so many pieces of the life he once built with us. Watching him fade into another time is the most painful thing I’ve ever known. Yet within the heartbreak lies a lesson too important to ignore: 🌹

Life is fragile. Memories can slip away faster than we ever imagine. So hold tight to the little things—the phone calls, the shared meals, the hugs you think will last forever. Because whether it’s Alzheimer’s, ALS, cancer, or any battle, love is the one anchor that keeps us from facing it all alone. 💙✨