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Yesterday my Dad focused his eyes on me. I asked if he knew who I was, and he nodded. I was giving him water and ice cream. I told him to drink lots of water, because it was dehydration that would get him in the end. Then he fell asleep. I wonder if I'll ever see him again, if you know what I mean. I felt like I was looking at someone in the back window of a train, waving good-bye, as the train disappeared around the curve of a dark tunnel. Then I rode with him in the ambulance back to the nursing home. He seemed more comfortable there.
Wanna know something funny? I used to work at this McDonalds in 1976 or 77. It was the crappiest job I ever had. I worked there one week, then put in my two weeks notice that I was quitting. I took this pic with my call phone camera as I drove by yesterday. It's near the corner of Randolph Rd and New Hampshire Ave in Silver Spring, Maryland USA.
2 Comments:
This is so sad. I'm sorry for your pain.
The thing I remember most about the last time I saw my Dad was how strong his grip was. He couldn't talk to me at that point.
We went through something very similar with hubby's brother recently. It is difficult.
I'll remember you in my prayers.
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