an itinerant observer

Dear Yoda, As you know Dad had a massive stroke about a month back. The stroke was like Hurricane Harvey in several respects; it occurred around the same time as Harvey, and like the hurricane, it was of unexpected intensity, and left devastation in its wake. Those who read (perhaps enjoy) my rambling (writing), you included, might recall the story I wrote about Dad and his health issues , dementia per se, not too long ago. I received flak for writing about Dad – in fact, one person came very close  to calling it a sacrilegious act of airing one’s dirty laundry. Then there were others, like you, who called the writing a courageous act. I thought I was just writing to clear my head, and since it helped me do so, I decided to share it ahead. Little did I know then, that Dad was rapidly hurtling towards a stroke (or vice versa?). The night before the stroke, Dad was quite functional - walking around, asking for a kebab sandwich and his small red pills (the wretched Lexot