"I did so want to be a prima ballerina," he said, smiling gently at his son. He was trying so hard, bless him. "They said I might get confused. Small things at first like getting names wrong or...putting shoes in the oven, things like that. I hope I don't lash out. It's upsetting to think about it."

He took a breath and continued. There was so much more still to cover. "I also need to choose a medical proxy who can make decision. My mother said she would be glad to do it, but she might have her hands full with my father and to be honest-" He sighed again, "Jamie, I feel like you should be the one to decide when I can't any more. You're the most important person in my life. It's a big responsibility though, and you don't have to say yes. You can think about it for a little while if you need to."