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In 1969 my father was dying (too slowly!) from a malignant brain tumor that changed his personality and robbed him of many life skills. He was less and less able to tell us things, because he might say he had "buttons" for breakfast when, clearly, he thought he had said "eggs." We could guess what he meant some of the time, but often there was not enough context for us to begin to guess, and he would become frustrated with us because he thought he had said what he meant. After many trips to Kansas to be with my parents, our family left for a much-needed vacation in the Northwest.