a daughter’s memoir

I suspected that my father-in-law, Paul, was failing mentally when he set out swimming straight across Lake Michigan to Milwaukee, more than sixty miles away.

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  1. Lenora Compton

     /  January 27, 2012

    So sad when our love ones forget who we are and where they are at. They live in another dimension. We see the toll it takes on them and on us as well. We give them our love and sometimes they know us, then it’s onward into a time that we cannot follow.

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  2. How true, Lenora. We don’t and can’t know when they are Present – however, we always show love. It is a time we cannot follow, yet the love is always present.

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