after that, the day was a whirlwind... brother came by to stay with dad while i took mom in for her pre-surgery admission tests. dad ate a bite of lunch then went down for a rest. brother had to get back to the office before we returned....
dad's loss of words is quite a remarkable thing. visiting with our minister, he came up with all kinds of good stories to share.... yet this afternoon, couldn't spit out a word he wanted to say to save his life. he's frustrated-- mom's frustrated-- i'm frustrated!
we've just spent 15 minutes sitting at the table trying to determine what it was he wanted to say or do. the good news-- i figured it out.... and dad-- bless his heart, laughed the whole thing off. it'll take me a few minutes to hide behind my laptop and shed my tears.... recoup, dammit. recoup now.
dad, it can't be this time already. dad, come back.... please come back....
1 comment:
Oh I certainly know how frustrating it can be to try to figure out what they are saying. I know that with Helen, sometimes she will say the same thing but according to the way she says it, it can mean different things. Good luck learning this new language.
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