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My dad was a sweet and wonderful man - a true redhead with an Irish temper to match. I also had those same characteristics, at least the red hair and temper. He loved my mom with all his heart but he had a difficult childhood. He loved my brothers and I as well. Throughout the years we had many challenges to overcome. In 1985 he was diagnosed with Parkinson's. Although he was on the same medication that is prescribed today, so much less was known about this lousy disease. I'm embarrassed to say that I didn't understand it back then. It was before Google and the info was scarce. We believed what the doctor told us. He passed away in 1996 from a pulmonary embolism due to inactivity.
Fast forward to 2011. I was given that same diagnosis. I was 57 and just getting ready to start my life again after moving back home where we raised our kids after being away for four long years. And I am taking that same medicine although it's in a new form and more effective. I only wish that my dad had benefited from the research that's gone into this disease. Exercise is vital and there are more effective drugs to address the symptoms that will eventually occur. (And surgeries as well). I'm sorry dad. I now have seven grandkids and my mom who is 91, always says he'd love to see all nine of his great grandchildren. I know that he would. I love you dad. I'll see you on the other side. I can't wait to see you and mom dancing again. Thanks be to God for His indescribable gift so that we have that promise.