This line was very moving. It reminded me of when my husband and I were younger, and we used to take our children fishing. We haven‘t done so in quite a few years, but now our younger son takes his own children fishing. We are presently that “older generation” of which the author writes, although his dad in this book was very much older than we are now. And yet...those are much beloved memories of special times together.
Medical practice has changed over the years, but not always for the better. I told my younger son tonight that my own dad did want want to move out of the city in which he lived because he did not want to leave his physician. That was the doctor-patient relationship of former days. It‘s all but gone now. Our family doctor belonged to us from as far back as I can remember until I received the phone call from him that my dad had just died.
This is a beautiful book. It‘s like an ode to a beloved person who is living inside a stranger. The author and son, Jonathan Kozol, visits his father, who suffers from Alzheimer‘s disease, in a care facility. The son carefully records his interactions with his dad— noting both the deterioration in his father‘s thinking process, and also the sudden bright spots of memory that deeply endear him to his dad. #LibraryThing #EarlyReviewer
The Theft of Memory: Losing My Father, One Day at a Time | 
