And the hunt is on...

When my Dad first came here, going through his stuff filled up my days. Sneaking into his wallet while he showered, I was able to remove important stuff like his social security card, insurance information, and charge card. I left his driver's license in there because I knew he would know if that was missing. There has never been a problem with his wallet's contents. In fact, he has stopped putting his wallet in his back pocket.

He wears a silver necklace with a cross on it, and when I asked him how long he's had it, he told me forever. So I don't know how long he's had it. He wears a watch, and his college ring. The story I remember is that he got the ring when he graduated from Central Michigan University, I think in 1951. Somewhere along the way, it was lost. And on their 25Th wedding anniversary, my mom gave him a new one. He loved it. He was very proud of it. And the other day, I noticed it wasn't on his finger. I reactively said, "where's your ring, Dad?" He looked at his hand and said, "I never take it off". I told him that we'd find it, and changed the subject. So far, we haven't found it. I know for sure he had it on 5 weeks ago today, the day that Lisa started to come on Saturdays. After that, I don't know. I've looked through his drawers, clothes pockets, all around his bed, his closet, and even in my mom's silver cracker bowl. No luck. I know it is here somewhere, or at least I hope it is here somewhere. It could have been thrown away while he was cleaning up after a mess, but he never takes it off! Or I should say, he has never taken it off. But he obviously has taken it off. The good thing is, he hasn't mentioned it at all since I asked him about it. The bad thing is, part of me feels really responsible that it is lost. The other part of me says, it's just the way it is. Another time I can say, I like the way the other part of me thinks.

And...we went to meet my dad's new doctor yesterday. I really liked him! He was kind to me and to my dad. He listened to me! Can you believe that? A real live doctor listened to me! My dad had some blood work done, and we are going back next week to talk about that. I think this is going to be a good thing.