Happy Father's Day. A long journey of unconditional love and support.

C.W. Tuck

I've spent a lot of time with my dad in the last six months. When my mom passed away he lost his best friend and his #1 care provider. He was diagnosed with vascular dementia a few years back but he continued to function adequately with my mother's constant help. At the beginning of the year the responsibility fell to me. Yesterday I marked my 38th round trip this year to San Antonio. I went down to see how he was doing with his re-entry into his memory care facility after our stay in the hospital the week before. 

My sister was down for the entire week in between and helped him get back into the swing of things. The two of them had always played Scrabble together and they had many matches this past week. My sister (who, among other talents, has a degree in English from UT Austin) was soundly beaten by dad in several of the games. While my father has lost some of his memory, and had other parts of it scrambled, he is still verbally eloquent and an avid reader and writer.

At 90 years old my father scorns things like walkers and wheel chairs and insists on getting places under his own steam, with the use of a cane I bought him many years ago. When I visit him these days I bring him the Sunday New York Times and a small bag of his favorite candy; Hershey's Milk Chocolate Kisses. When I pick up and recycle the previous week's NYT I'm always impressed to see that he has worked diligently and well to finish the Sunday crossword puzzle.

We have lunch together at his favorite table, along with several of his regular friends. They are all 90 or older. Sometimes, in private, my father will remark, "I don't know how I ended up here...some of these people are really quite old."  After lunch I brief him on the activities of the week and of his current financial condition. He craves the news. His father was a banker and he can't help his need to keep track of his money and comment on the performance of his "staff" (meaning me of course).  

My dad has always been there for me and my brother and sister. My parents were more or less model parents. They never could rationalize the cost of buying a color television or getting cable but were more than happy to put three kids through college and graduate schools without thinking twice. My dad never missed an early morning of getting up and driving me to swim practice before school, and at every family crisis my parents showed up, check book in hand, ready and able to beat back hysteria and desperation (which thankfully for all involved were very rare occurrences). 

I went down to San Antonio yesterday not out of a sense of duty but because I wanted to stay our course and maintain a recent routine which seems to have made him satisfied with his new home and mostly happy. His face lights up when I walk in his door. My heart swells a bit when we hug. We are so frank and honest with each other now. There's so much less in the way.

My dad made a good recovery from his recent cardiac scare. His private apartment is beautifully appointed and filled with portraits of family and friends. The staff has given up trying to introduce my father to some of the mindless activities of the facility and we've agreed to let him do the things he has always done; sit in a comfortable chair in his room, listen to classical music on his sound system and read books about world history. Even with the handicap of dementia he probably knows more about American history than 99.9 percent of this country's population. He's always been a person who cherishes his privacy and solitude. He's always been an academic. It's fun to see him continue on his own terms. He's a great role model for me and my siblings. 

Happy Fathers Day to all of you fathers out there who have done your work, raised great kids and dealt, for better or worse, with all the curve balls that come along with the joy and responsibility of moving people from potential to success. 



  1. Keep up the good work! I relate to your situation as my mother died of vascular dementia at 91. The extent of the decline was only really evident after my father died suddenly, and I had to get my mother into an assisted living facility. Do this work – it doesn't last forever, but look after yourself as well.
    Peter Wright.

  2. Happy Father's Day to you too!

    My father died early at 73 (it's early to me because I turn 70 this year). My mother died at 97 and was sharp until she was 95. We argued politics, talked about books we read, and kids and siblings. Her dementia seemed to be the result of aging. We were able to keep her in her home (her strong wish) until she died with the help of a 24/7 health aide and support from my two brothers who lived 20 or 50 minute drives from her. My sister and I lived over 1000 miles away but managed to fly in 1 to 2 times per year (sometimes more). We also kept in visual touch via FaceTime and other video conferencing services. It was better than no visual contact, but paled next to seeing her in person.

    Despite the strain of your frequent trip to San Antonio, enjoy the time with your father. It is a gift.

    All the best, Re

  3. A beautiful article, Kirk. I'm glad you've had the opportunity to continue to enjoy the wonderful relationship you and your father have nurtured over the years.

    My dad died from a massive heart attack at the age of 60, and that was when I was 34 years old - I'm now 64.

    Your tribute to your father on Father's Day is also a gift to many of us.

    Thanks, Craig

  4. What we have here is a description of lives well lived — his and yours. It brings a new and welcome dimension to what I had always disdained as just one more Hallmark holiday. Perhaps I’m not too old to learn after all. Thanks for this.

  5. Happy Father's Day to everyone. Enjoy the time with your dad Kirk. One of my fears in life is ending up in a care facility, alone. It's good to know that maybe it wouldn't be too bad if it comes to that.

  6. Happy Father's Day to you, Kirk. From your post, it's easy to see that, in meaningful ways, the apple fell pretty near the tree.

  7. Kirk, I'm in a similar situation. My mum passed away this year, and my dad (they split up when I was a boy) is quite frail. We have managed at last to get a live in carer for my dad and his wife. The carer will be starting this week.

    This seems to be a good plan, as his wife has dementia. They can live together at home, where they both want to be, and the carer can keep an eye on the both of them. It's been a worry, but this seems to be the best plan by a long way.


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