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Originally Posted by Destroyer

My dad caught Alzheimers when he was 82. He lasted till he was 92 and it finally killed him. It's a horrible sickness because it slowly destroys the person you loved and leaves only the shell. People wondered why I didn't cry at my fathers funeral. My only reply was that my father (his personality) died 10 years earlier. If I could offer just one bit of advice to todays youth it would be to treasure all the time you have left with your parents. It goes by so quickly, and when they go there is this hole inside of you that will never be full again. Savor the moments.

Exactly what I went through. I have my Father’s name, I look and sounded just like him. To this day people still think they are talking to my father. My Mom thought I was Dad and was not happy with me. When she passed away I was happy for her in a way. She was Ok and was with Dad. Like you I did not cry, but still miss my Mom and Dad.