My father turns 70 today (if you have a moment, please hum a bit of Happy Birthday in his honour).
He has suffered from Lewy Body Dementia for a number of years. He will know he’s reached this milestone but his joy will need constant prompting. It will be muted, like hearing a party from a locked room that he cannot enter. His disease has robbed him of the uniquely human gift of being present in delight.
