That will never happen to me

That will never happen to me is something we all say.
I can remember looking at people who had
to care for their ageing parents and think,
that will never be me....
Well here I am.
The shell of my father sitting at the table.
Eating the lunch I just made him.
Not acknowledging me or looking at me.
Not saying my name or knowing who I am.
This IS my life now.
This IS my father now.
That DID happen to me.
Now I live with this pain called Alzheimer's haunting
my everyday.
My father would be so sad if he knew what was happening.
He would be devasted to know the pain this causes us.
He was and is a wonderful man.
But he is just a shell of my father.