I just got a call from Dad. I was out (am out) for my walk so he left me a voicemail. “I’m a little short of money”, he said. Of course there was more but this is the jist of it. Now I don’t know what that means, does he have no money in his …
I saw an old man walking today, poking along the roadside, meandering along his path with the appearance of looking for lost items, perhaps bottles and the such. He was dressed for the excursion with sturdy boots, a small pack, and the ever trusting walking stick. He reminded me of Larry. Larry, my step-father, passed …
My uncle posted a photo on Facebook the other day of my Dad and I. I was being given a haircut by my Dad when I was about 3 or 4 I’d guess. I certainly don’t remember the day. I will show my Dad the pic when I see him today. I’d be curious to …
Happy Belated Fathers day to all the dads, or soon to be dads, or wanna be dads. Any dads are welcome, even pseudo dads. I’m not sure what made me think of writing about Dads day today and not on Fathers day itself. Maybe it was busyness, or lazyness, or carelessness, whatever ‘ness it was …
We picked up Dad for dinner on Saturday past, and this week we thought we’d try something different and take both Mom and Dad out for dinner at the same time. They have been divorced 30 something years now but have always been able to maintain an amicable relationship, which has been a blessing for …
This afternoon I will have another visit with Gloria, my counsellor. I don’t really know what we’ll talk about, it always seems to be a dynamic event. Sometimes I feel good going in and other days, well, not as good. I wish I knew how I was supposed to feel emotionally, I mean I know I’m …
It has been a while since I’ve spent time with Dad, partly just due to our time constraints, some travel, and that I just plain and simple did not have the emotional energy and fortitude to do it. Bad Son, I know. Really though, deep down I know I am not a bad Son, probably …
Mo and I had lunch with my Mom yesterday, Sunday being the day we typically try to get together with her, and both Larry and her before that. She does live in the basement, one of the original “children under the stairs”, but she has her space and we have ours so it’s not always …
So in the ongoing saga of moving my aging father I’ve often thought of writing a book, detailing the steps involved and hoping to help someone else through the process. That may or may not occur, but in the process of writing this post and looking for photos I came across a site diarizing the tribulations …
I called Dad this morning and his slurring seemed more pronounced. I wonder if it is a result of having additional strokes, or just the dementia taking it’s toll. We have an appointment with a doctor this afternoon and I’d like to find some way to talk to her privately before or after our joint …