But how does it make any sense to take all of the work we had done when it was almost done ( we really only had one wall left to do ) and replace it all? Then turn around and try to blame it on the other person saying it’s what they wanted? If that’s what I wanted, we would’ve done the OSB in the first place. Just because you’re helping someone doesn’t mean you can take over and do what you want.
You don’t know my dad like I do.
Often when people get even a little bit older they get confused more easily. I'm not even saying dementia, but just a general increasing challenge in balancing several thoughts at once.
My mom can sometimes be challenging in this regard and she's not that old. And she gets frustrated with me for the things she didn't remember me saying the first or second time. It's been really gradual and it's hard to point to a particular moment when she went from awesomely on top of everything, to asking me what we should do next all the time. next
It's a normal natural process, and coping with the shift in their abilities is part of becoming a fully mature adult ourselves.
I can see why you value that particular lumber, it was your grandfathers. He probably sweated over that wood. But he was most likely thinking of your parent(s) wellbeing as he worked. One generation sacrifices for the next, and back then they sacrificed a lot. So he would probably be more interested in your family members themselves than in the wood he used to help provide for them.
You could try explaining to your father why that wood in particular mattered to you, as long as you keep recrimination out of it which should make it easier to listen.
An example convo might go something like:
"Hey Dad, have I told you yet how much I appreciate all your help on this project? You know I was upset about that wood but it was because it made me feel close to grandfather and I'm really missing him. When we have some time and energy to spare I'd like to build something out of it that we can keep using to honor him."
Or something like that.
I hope you don't feel like I'm lecturing you. I seem to be the sort that pokes my nose in :/