Mr. Suzuki isn’t doing too well… My parents suspect him to pass away within the week or two, at latest… I’m not sure I’m ready for another wake and funeral. I wish I got to meet him before the Alzheimer. I miss the happy and cheerful Mr. Suzuki, full of life and energy, like when I first met him. Still coherent and responsive. We used to have conversations, we used to paint pictures together, he would laugh along to Japanese stand-up comedians… It’s been painful watching him lose all bodily functions and coherent thoughts. I hate his wife, because I blame her for half of his condition… Which is probably fucked up for me to feel that way; but the mental abuse she pushed upon him had to have had some affect on his brain and Alzheimer’s. Sheesh, with a wife like that, I would want to lose my mentality too. How do you force a man with Alzheimer’s to move to a new house? After living in a home for so long, it’s one of the few comforts he had. His condition got exponentially worse as soon as they moved. He had scary episodes within days of the new location; one of which lead him to walk about the gated community in PJs and barefoot, in the midst of winter during snowfall, because after getting up in the middle of the night for the bathroom, he couldn’t recognize his room. He walked outside looking for their former house… in the snow, aimlessly. What was her solution? Stick him in a “home”. And she rarely visits. Neither do any of the three kids. It’s fucking painful and heartbreaking. I’m going to hate saying goodbye to him, but in the condition he’s currently in, it’s probably for the better. I’m just hoping he’ll still be around on Thursday so I can at least say goodbye.