I went to visit my dad yesterday. I was just there a little over two weeks ago, but I went again because my mom’s in Florida now. I don’t like that she leaves him in a nursing home to go spend 3-4 months in Florida (I can’t imagine leaving my husband in a nursing home while I go away for 3-4 months), but maybe I should get over it because 1) I’m not going to change her; and 2) even though he takes a turn for the worst before she goes, he’s often better once she’s actually gone! Yesterday was no exception.
Yesterday was one of the nicer visits I’ve had with him in a long time. He stayed awake the whole time I was there; he was alert; he wasn’t depressed; and we talked. We talked the whole time I was there…and we had an actual conversation (in other words, I didn’t have to carry the conversation…it was a back and forth dialog. He listened to what I said, responded etc.). We were having such a nice time I really wished I could’ve stayed longer. The time just flew (I almost NEVER say that…visiting my dad is usually pretty painful).
He wants to write his memoirs. He’s always been something of a storyteller, entertaining people with tall tales he makes up (he once had an entire bus load of people convinced there was such a thing as a “cherapple”) as well as real-life adventures he’s experienced (he and my mother have traveled all over the world). He wants to write some of these stories down, but since he is wheelchair bound and entirely paralyzed on one side, he can’t write. Or type. So I told him I’d bring my laptop next time and he could tell his stories and I’d transcribe them. He says he’s not sure he’s “ready” to do that, but considering he also says he’s seen and spoken to my grandfather (my grandfather died in 1977) several times in the last few years…apparently this last time was when he wasn’t doing too well. Grandpa told him to relax and to “come on over.” I think I better get these stories written down while I can.
If only he wasn’t so far away…I spend more than twice as much time on the road as I actually spend with him. I think next time I’ll stay overnight.