Ty. It's mostly terrible to see him struggle but a kind of amusing thing happened the other day. He doesn't recognize us but i think he knows he can be honest with me, but has to put on a brave face for my mom. He rarely says anything intelligible anymore but when I arrived to see him hunched up in the bed, with his sheet balled up in his hands, and a pained expression on his face, I said, hey dad, how you doin? And my dad who never swore a day in his life in front of the family, looked me right in the eye and said, "I don't know what the fuck is going on!" I had to bite my cheek to keep from laughing as I helped him get sorted out.