I Love You Infinity

"Once I finally crossed over to the he-did-the-best-he-could side of the aisle it was too late for us to reconcile, or for him to remember me."

To populate our Substack page, we’re re-running some old TSB essays on Fridays to get newer readers a sense of what we do here. Today’s is about my father, his dementia, and my fear of nursing homes at Christmas time. It’s also about love between families and strangers alike. This was also the last moment I had with my father before he died. If you woul…