This Is Us
Watching My Father Die
The quiet, crushing weight of Alzheimer's
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6 min readFeb 15, 2021
For the first 12 years of my life, the idea of a “dad” was pretty esoteric. I knew I technically had one, but I’d often go years without seeing him. He was off-limits, “broken.” He had something called “alcoholism” probably because of his experiences in a place called “Vietnam”—neither of which I really…