Soon, I'll have to go to another funeral, I think. If Dad makes it to the end of the year, I'll count myself lucky. Already, he isn't responsive to much, he just sits around their apartment and looks through photo albums. Occasionally, he might say something to myself, Kaiser, or Starry (one of us is always around to make sure he's okay) about the memory triggered by a picture, but it takes a lot just to get him to eat, let alone engage with us.