perhaps I saw my own dad in that chair, when he was still alive and sometimes his hair, white-grey by then, tended to grow longer than he ever used to keep it. And he sat staring, kind of depressed, when he was in the full care home, or even in his own home a bit before that. I could just see this, and the changes in him that didn't seem representative of the dad I knew. Blessings.

Reminds me of my own dad, now 77, and although still in relatively good health, it's obvious the years have and are taking their toll on his mind and body in various ways. Thanks Pag.