Thankfully my father has been documenting his past and everything for his grandkids. It's justs hard to see what I used to consider to be such an intelligent and sharp man act confused. He just can't seem to remember where he is and he goes through that obessive routine constantly - "where are my keys?" "At home Dad, you flew here remember" "Oh, ok.... where are my keys.." This can go on for hours. I almost wish my Mom had left him home instead of dragging him to the funeral. He had no idea where he was and why he was there. Even at the funeral home during the viewing he kept asking where he was and what he was suppose to do. He had no concept that someone had died (maybe a good thing). He is lucky (or unlucky since my mom is a b*tch) to have my mom drag him around. I live alone - my cat won'y be all that patient if I ask him where my keys are for the 100th time! I plan to do whatever I need to do to keep myself sharp (although I already see myself getting dimwitted).