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Originally Posted by TCMlover
When my late Father was 74 he crossed into oncoming traffic then ran a red light and broadsided a minivan going 50 mph. The family in the van survived due to airbags and seatbelts. His insurance company declared his car totalled but he was ready to take the insurance money and go buy another car! Well the police officer at the scene called me later and told me I had to stop my father from driving, I told him I had already told my father that he was never driving again. My father was mad as hell and stayed angry with me for quite awhile. Later on I took him to the doctor and he was diagnosed with early dementia. I was his chauffeur for the last years of his life. When you become the "parent" making the decisions it feels very strange but necessary.
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In a way, I envy you that. My mother died of pancreatic cancer and my father was not in good health. I lived almost 500 miles away and tried to talk Dad into moving where I was so we could help out, provide him with some family time and give him some good, home-cooked meals. It took six months of coaxing until he finally acknowledged that it was probably the best thing. Unfortunately, he never made it and died two months later.