Better to give

I love my church. Our pastor, Ed, just donated a kidney to his brother-in-law. It has reminded all of us how much better it is, to give, than to receive. That's really how I feel about my dad. I give my time, and my energy (and sometimes my sanity!) to care for him. He cared for people his whole life. There was never a time he didn't care for other people and take care of other people. It didn't matter who you were or what was wrong with you, or if you could pay. He served with kind heart and gladness. He saved lives and made the world a better place. God has truly blessed me. My mom took care of Dad through the most difficult times. This is the easy part. Like I've said before, Alzheimer's is a cruel disease; more so to some than to others. I think about how brilliant Dad was. I have seen a slow, slow progression take away his ability to remember, reason, recognize, and relate. Yet God allows me to care for this man, who in spite of dementia, is still kind and happy. How lucky am I.