My daughter came over this evening to take her dad out for a belated birthday dinner. My son, dad, and I sat down for dinner while they were gone. It was a good feast, and my dad ate and ate.
Then it happened, thankfully, while my son ran up to Walgreen's. A big mess occurred, you know the kind, down the hall, in the bathroom, on my dad's clothes. I guided him to his room to change, unbeknown to me that "it" continued. My dad's cleaning wasn't the best, so I got him in the shower so I could clean a toilet, the floor, carpeting, and clothing. In the meantime, I was on a tropical vacation, so the whole ordeal was overwhelming.
Dawn and her dad came home. I was cleaning up the kitchen, and she came in yakking. :) One look at me, and she knew. She just knew. She offered to finish up the dishes while I took a long bath. I came out to find that the towels from the dryer were folded, clothes from the washer were put in the dryer, the kitchen was all clean, and she and my dad were playing gin rummy.
Calmness. Peacefulness. Ahhhhhhhhh.........life is good. An angel came to visit me today.
I love you, Dawn.
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Hi Marcia,
I'm printing this out for mom and dad. Mom says she had her procedure done.
I'll be following along with your journey.
Your blog rings so true. You live it 24/7 and do it so beautifully.
My experience is that it is truly a disease that takes the caregiver to parts within themselves they never have been. If you are lucky they are good parts! Thanks for sharing!
April 15, 2008 7:58 PM
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