This blog was formerly dedicated in 2009 to my Dad who died of Alzheimer's in 2013. It's been three years now...and I find myself missing blogging...so I am re-inventing my blog... because, after all, life is about moving through, and going forward...

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

A sexy and happy visit with Dad...

Both my younger brothers called me early this afternoon to share their visit with Dad.  They had me on speaker so we could all converse freely. They found Dad in the Bingo room, sitting in his wheelchair with his eyes closed. They walked up to Dad and my youngest brother tapped Dad on his shoulder.  When his eyes fluttered open, they grew wide with excitement seeing both his sons. 

Immediately he was happy and telling them they were miracles and an answer to his prayers.  His face lit up with exuberance, his eyes twinkling with joy!  They asked if he wanted to play Bingo or go outside on the patio.  A woman patient near by announced Dad hated Bingo.  Dad enthusiastically agreed and told the boys to get him out of there...

Dad must have told them ten times how happy he was to see them.   He told them of being in outer space and looking down watching the earth spinning.  Seriously, he told them how he loved space exploration.  He said it was important to have money and started worrying about bills etc.  My brothers quickly reminded him it was more important to be happy.  Dad smiled and looked up to the sky telling them how good the sun felt on his face and how nice it would be to go for a drive, as he had not been out in ten years. (Might feel like ten, but has not even been a year yet...)

My youngest brother took the opportunity to redirect him.  While Dad was looking up into the sky, my brother pointed to the sky, and asked Dad, "What is the most important thing to stay happy Pops?" Usually, when he does that, Dad answers with loving the Lord or having faith in the Lord...My brothers looked on as Dad appeared to have a "light bulb moment" and then looked directly at his sons and exclaimed,  "SEX IS THE MOST IMPORTANT THING! Sex makes me so happy!"  Needless to say, my brothers had a real tough time keeping a straight face....

Dad went on to tell my brothers how sexy he felt and loves it when his golden haired beauty lies next to him in bed and sings to him.  Almost speechless, and wondering if Dad gotten some Viagra by mistake. They chuckled and smiled, changing the subject and asked Dad if he would sing something to them with his golden pipes... Dad broke out in strong voice with "Chicago, Chicago what a wonderful town!"....

There was more talk of how sexy Dad is and how the women love him.  My brothers smiled and patted him on the shoulder agreeing with him as they all laughed.  My brother told Dad to keep up the good work. We all laughed with joy at how happy Dad was, not caring one bit about the sex talk and his imagined affairs with other women...keep on dreaming your dreams Dad...

The brothers wheeled him back inside and he announded he wanted to go to his room for a nap.  It was almost lunch time, so they took him back to his room, giving him hugs, whisker rubs and telling Dad how much they loved him.  We all agreed, it was another great visit with Dad.

4 comments:

Mari said...

I love this! I can only imagine your brothers trying to keep a straight face during that conversation.

Donna B said...

Hi Mari...yeah, we all were laughing our heads off, with them re-telling the story to me! We are very thankful for a day like that!

Lily Robinson said...

It's funny what they say. My grandma used to tell me she went four-wheelin' in heaven! She was 100, so I figured maybe she did!

Wander to the Wayside said...

A couple of days after my dad died, I came back to pick up his belongings. A wheelchair bound lady who I'd seen many times signaled me to come close, and said that she and my dad had been VERY close. Wondering how they'd been able to 'connect' when they'd both been unable to get out of their chairs unassisted, I leaned down to hear the story about my dad's secret sex life. As she pulled me closer so that she was whispering in my ear, she said "we used to go to meals together".

Seriously, he never had the sex issues that so many with alzheimers do, but he had a roommate when he was in the psyche ward who was so obnoxious with his sex talking that I could hardly wait to leave. At least your dad is sharing happy sexy thoughts!