I find myself wishing Dad would fight harder against Parkinson’s

I find myself wishing Dad would fight harder against Parkinson’s

My time with my dad is limited by geographical distance: He lives in Michigan while I live in Colorado. When I go home to see him, the Parkinson’s decline seems more obvious to me than it might to those who are with him every day. So when I find myself in his living room, monitoring how he’s changed, I feel a sense of urgency. His shakes seem worse when I go home. And he speaks less. (Dad has always been a man of few words, but I suspect that hi…