Talk about something being near and dear to my heart. This post is. My Daddy has Lewy-Body Dementia which is akin to Alzheimers, but the life expectany is shorter, and people with LBD hallucinate. I go every night to the VA home and visit. I think I have mentioned him in a post earlier somewhere. Talk about being best friends, we are. We always were. He taught me self-respect, compassion for others, and the love of God and country. He taught me to have pride in myself, in my family and my job. But mostly he taught me how to forgive and that it is okay to say "I'm sorry." Not only to myself but to others. I visit every night and most nights, he knows it is me. He is a cut up with everyone at the home even though his mind is practically gone. His sense of humor is intact. Isn't that odd? I guess I am a chip off the old block. I have wondered what I will do when I can't go there and see him! I stay until they put him to put each night. I always get a hug, a kiss and he says "honey, I hope you know how much your Daddy loves you," before he closes his eyes. How can I replace that when he is gone? I can't. So see Dotsie, you aren't the only one. I have friends, tons of friends, but only one best friend. Daddy.