I was mad as hell at myself for being unable to recognize that my father was slowly drifting away from us as a result of the onset of Alzheimer’s. I was the closest to my father in my family, yet I was unable to realize that there was something seriously wrong. When he was aloof I sulked thinking he is not interested to communicate with me. When he stopped doing his daily routines without coaxing I thought he was going into depression. But before long things started going downhill and then he was diagnosed having Alzheimer’s disease with dementia.

More than my father it is the rest of the family and friends who are suffering. We have to be very patient and understanding. He is now like a two or three year old. We talk to him as if we are talking to a child. Many a times he does not recognize even the dearest person in his life my mother.

Sometimes I feel guilty, mad at myself, for if we had noticed the changes in his moods, behavior and his inability to do even simple daily routine, probably we could have delayed the progress of the disease.