This story is a little different than my usual work. It’s more somber but very heartfelt. I hope you guys enjoy it. ~~ snippet ~~ Brandon Evans had always meant to go see his father. It was on that list of things he meant to do some time, like get his car an oil change, get a flu shot, get more milk on his way home. It was an important thing. One day he’d do it. One day he’d meet his father for lunch, smile at him from across a table, and ask about his day. He was doing it now. He was a little sorry he hadn’t done it sooner. “I know I’m not always here,” his father, Mason, said. “I’m sorry about that.” The words stunned Brandon. Like a corrupted file, frontotemporal dementia made it difficult for an afflicted person to communicate. Brandon had expected anything from his father. Barking, grumbling about crying children, repeated anecdotes. He’d never expected his father to be aware. https://www.amazon.com/dp/B071DVVT3Q/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1493903537&sr=1-1&keywords=Shadow+memory+f.+Larson