I met Robin’s father, Theodore – Ted, but I did not know him. When I started dating Robin in 2008 he had already been in a nursing home for many years due to Alzheimer’s. It had been years since he had recognized anyone, even his wife. I am not sure how long we had been dating before Robin took me by to visit her father, but a while. Robin did not visit her father, Ted, much in this period as her mother was still alive and primary caregiver. As alluded to elsewhere Robin’s relationship with her mother was “complicated”, and this put visiting her father in the same realm.
Ted’s grandfather had been the village blacksmith back in Mother Russia. Continue reading “Something, something, something…”