My dad passed away yesterday after 3 years with steadily declining dementia, and honestly, probably more than that when he was still able to compensate for it. It was difficult watching that. Even worse for his wife who had to eventually admit that she couldn't care for him any more in their home.

The last 14 months of his life were spent in a care home and he didn't know who I was anymore, but he always smiled when I came to visit.

In many ways, I've already mourned his death as the person he was slowly disappeared.

I'll miss you, Dad.