Yesterday was a good day with dad. He seemed much less in that place of fear that dementia, we’re learning, can cause…and much more in a place of nostalgic story telling. Yesterday I learned more about dad’s early days in the oil field, and snippets of his relationship with mom before us kids all came into their lives. What also made it good was that he talked more about mom than he has in a while. Perhaps the nostalgia helped. And so far today, he hasn’t called me. There are days my phone rings up to 8 times, with him wanting me to ‘get him out of there’. There being the amazing seniors residence he lives in. He and mom moved there last August. Can it be almost a year ago?
Today my younger brother is in the city and he will visit dad for a few days, and one of my sisters will be home from her lake house, too. So I returned home to Olds, Alberta last night. This morning I took time to read my novel; enjoy breakfast and coffee without rushing out the door; do a few household chores; and revel in the quiet. My spouse is at work, and our son is a late riser. So, today is already shaping up to be at least as good as yesterday. Thanks be!
Tammy's Wanderings 