From the website:
After a while, I realized I couldn’t keep telling [my father] that his wife had died. He didn’t remember, and it was killing both of us, to re-live her death constantly. I decided to tell him she’d gone to Paris, to take care of her brother, who was sick. And that’s where she is now. This site is a journal. An ongoing record of my father, and of our relationship. For whatever days we have left together.