My precious Daddy died in 2008, after several years of living with dementia, the last 18 months or so unable to identify me as his daughter. This piece by Martin Copenhaver is a poignant reminder of my time with my Dad and God’s faithfulness even when our bodies have failed us.
“I remember the first time my grandmother was not able to recognize me. I was in high school at the time. The look on her face revealed that she had no idea who had just walked into her room.