My dad was this brilliant, funny, charming guy who worked on ENIAC and other computers from the 1940s to the 1990s. And then my mom died, and he fell into a deep depression, and then the depression slowly drifted into stage one Alzheimer's and now he's in stage three and it's a good day when he doesn't pee his pants or hit an orderly.

Which is all my way of saying, I hear you, and it hurts like hel, doesn't it?

*hug*