I went up to see Dad Saturday and it was nice to see him sitting up in the chair in the bedroom; however, it is pretty impossible to carry on a conversation. He doesn't speak loud enough to hear and his thoughts usually end in mumbling. If you make a comment or tell him something, it ends up in the direction of unreality, and it's hard to know exactly how to respond.
We did have one fairly interesting exchange, however.
I noticed on their bedroom wall one of those United States maps that you can pop in the state quarters. They were missing South Dakota and Hawaii. I told them I would have to bring them some as I'm sure I probably have duplicates at home. Joyce had a stack of quarters that she hadn't looked through yet so we went through them and found Hawaii. As Joyce went to grab her purse so she could check what coins she had there, dad says to me, "I have more faith," to which I replied, "that's great dad, you can never have too much faith." He says, "I have faith you are going to find the coins you are looking for." Joyce dumps out the very few coins from her wallet and there is a bright shiny South Dakota quarter. When we exclaimed we had found it, Dad just sat there and grinned with an 'I told you so' look on his face, to which Joyce commented that those kinds of things happen pretty much every day around there.
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I feel so bad that I don't get over there more often. I don't mind talking to him about things that aren't real as long as he isn't scared or unhappy. It breaks my heart when he is upset about something that he thinks has happened, and you can't do anything to convince him that it hasn't.
Last time I went over there we heard about the nearly tame tiger that lives in the backyard. In the middle of a conversation he got up and started walking toward the dining room. Joyce asked him what he was doing and he said, "We have some customers at the window. Oh, it looks like they got tired of waiting and left." I wondered what kind of drive-up establishment he was running.
LOL, Jen I had forgotten the drive up. That was cute.
Our dad has come along way from when he didn't believe in an afterlife. I'm glad he finally has that knowledge. I plan to get up next week to visit him. Even if conversation lags, I enjoy his spirit.
I hadn't heard the drive-up window story. That is a good one.
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