People had said to me, "Just wait till your dad gets into care... he'll bounce back a bit, they always do." Having lived on his own... no doubt he had been worried about the future, what would happen to him, along with what might happen in the meantime, and all the details in running a home. Then there was the fall in September. Then the fall in November. A move in the middle of that. A new home to get used to. New people to get used to. The anniversary of mom's passing. Christmas, and all the memories that holds.
Last week I walked into the home to see dad, and if he wasn't down by the nurses station on his own. He'd wheeled down there by himself! He saw me... "Hello... how are you?" I sat down to chat with him... and he knew that it was Friday. I was thrilled!! In all our meetings with the geriatric doctor in White Rock, with the memory tests, he always had to be prompted as to what day it was. And here he knew it was Friday, without me mentioning a thing about it. Maybe he guessed... he's got a 1 in 7 chance of getting it right. Whatever. I'll take whatever I can get.
There is a twinkle in his eye these days... some cheeky comments to me, to my brother, and to the nurses too, I'm told. When I told him tonight that I was going to make mom's Lazy Daisy cake and that I would bring him a piece... his reply was, "Don't stop there." I started laughing and he looked at me as if to say, "Duh... I always eat more than one piece of cake!" I'd better make sure I don't forget the whipped cream!
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