I look at my father and I feel so sad. I am more sad being with him now than I was when we were apart. I have figured I am more sad now because he knows nothing about who I am now. He is so consumed by his illness he doesn’t even care to know. Partially because his mind cannot process what I tell him. Everyday he reverts to memories of my childhood. But he only remembers the little girl he had before the divorce. This troubles me.