My father is in middle stage of dementia. My mum looks after him. I feel like I'm slowly losing my beloved dad, day by day. It's heartbreaking. His personality is changing. He's lost his dry wit & intelligence. Occasionally there are still flashes of his humour, perception, but it's gradually going. I almost feel like I'm starting to grieve for him even though he's still alive. And is it awful to wish that something quiet & painless will end his life in the not too distant future, for his sake & his family's?