I was almost all the way to Carrollton to pick him up when my mother sent me a text. He doesn't know me anymore. I'm on my way to discuss changes in his care. My granddaddy, Doyle Agan, battled dementia for years. Medication slowed the advance, but in the span of a week or so, he'd forgotten his daughter's name. I'm too late, I thought. I called mom quickly, and she endorsed the idea of me springing him for a few hours while she met with his caretakers.
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