Before my father passed with Alzheimer's, it seemed that time was in reverse for him. At the point that he no longer knew me, we'd still try to connect by taking him out to family restaurants. It was so sad, sitting across from him, and his thinking that I was a stranger, someone he didn't know, but across the aisle was a young family with a little baby girl with long dark hair...and seeing dad wave and smile at her, and attempt to play with her, I realized that he thought the child was me....so I saw in that moment a little snapshot of what he must have been like as a younger man, playing with us kids. When dad was younger, there wasn't anything that he could not do, or fix. It's tough to see our hero dad become weak. Fortunately God has a special grace for both them and us. Corrie ten Boom used to say that you don't get your ticket for the train ride until right before boarding. It's the same with grace...it comes at the precise moment we need it.