A few months ago I wrote a post about the way in which spending time with my Dad who has dementia had caused me to reassess bits of my life. It placed so much in perspective, work and relationships but also all the time I spend thinking about diet and training. In many ways none of this matters....but in other ways this is so important, so vital to live and experience this world. Take all that it has to offer. I was with him again this weekend. It was so good just to sit with him in his confusion. Family is a constant for him - he recognises us and while he is not sure where or when he is, our presence calms him and gives him an anchor. I held his hand for a couple of hours while he talked or slept, my mum holding the other. When his eyes opened and he saw me and smiled, sighed and said "You're a good lad." I melted. I want to look after and protect him to carry this burden. Yet I have to leave and return to a different worl...