My Day with Mom

Dad has been a little agitated lately and wants to know why he can't come home. My brother Chuck made a good observation. He said he doesn't think Dad means the home in Dunbar that he shared with Mom, because even when he was there (in recent months), he would make comments like "What is this place? This isn't our home; I want to go home." So who knows where "home" is to him? Anyway, it's been upsetting Mom to the point that she said the other day that she was bringing him home.

That was on Saturday and I had planned to take Mom to visit him in the Nursing Home and then do some errands while she visited. The evening shift staff had called me three times the evening before saying that he was bugging them about seeing his wife and wanting to go home, that he wasn't sleeping at night and they were having to leave him sitting in his wheelchair by the nursing station because he was always trying to get out of it and in danger of falling. So Saturday when we got there, he was asleep in his wheelchair at the nursing station. We wheeled him back to his room so that he and Mom could visit, where he immediately fell asleep again. Mom said he looked so uncomfortable sitting like that and asked to have him put in bed where he could rest better. I was busy collecting his dirty laundry, etc., and getting ready to leave. Mom was sitting there beside his bed and all of a sudden decided that she didn't want to stay there while he slept and get more depressed, so she went with me. We went to Peeble's and exchanged some things for her and then went to eat at Fazoli's and even went to a movie! We had a great time and I got her home about 7 that evening, slightly tired but not depressed any more.

Will write more later,
Peg