Briefly...

I was late to visit dad yesterday... I like to visit him at dinnertime (5pm!) or earlier when he is alert.  It always feels much later, walking into the care home.  Walking in at 5.40 felt like 10pm!  Dad was alert, and taking it all in.  Maybe I say this all the time, but for the first time in a while, I really felt dad there.  It's hard to explain... but I was able to separate his frail body and his spirit and really felt him taking it all in, without the dementia haze.  Even though he couldn't talk to me, I talked to him like it was any old day.  It was such a good feeling to know that he was clear, and that he understood me.  Now that I have some more time, I am determined to get him out more just for a change of scenery.  I said as much to one of his nurses, and he commented that he must be a little bit bored in there.  So maybe I can do some blog posts of Adventures with Dad next!