Marking Dad’s birthday in a special place

I had a work trip this week that took me to New York City for the day. It just so happened to fall on what would have been my father’s 92nd birthday. It was nice to be able to mark the occasion in the first city my father lived in after immigrating to America.

While it’s been almost 70 years since my father walked the streets of the Big Apple, the city’s nonstop energy remains. I can only imagine what my father felt walking these streets, gazing up at skyscrapers, and being part of a community filled with a wide range of cultures and languages. As a young man with his whole life ahead of him, it must have been exciting and likely a bit overwhelming.

On my flight back home, a couple of strangers struck up a conversation and the topic turned to Alzheimer’s. Both were caring for people with dementia, with the man saying he cared for three gentlemen who were younger than him. I find that the amount of people whose lives have been touched by Alzheimer’s has grown a great deal since my father died in 2011.

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