Michelle Peticolas, Ph.D.
Grief and Death Transformation Specialist
Secrets of LIfe and Death
My father was diagnosed with Alzheimer’s a few days after his eightieth birthday. His dementia was fairly advanced. We ignored the signs as long as we could.
After his diagnosis my father deteriorated rapidly. It seemed that now that we knew the truth, he could stop pretending and let nature take its course.
His participation in a daycare program was short-lived. An engineering educator by profession, my father fell into a habit of lecturing the other participants. Unfortunately, when the nonsensical strings of electronics phrases he spewed forth failed to capture their attention, he would lose his temper. The staff quickly tired of his outbursts and he was soon expelled.