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...

Sunday, June 6, 2010

A visit from an old friend...


My sister Holly took her Father in Law with her today to visit Dad.  They have always enjoyed one another but have not seen one another since their grandson's (my sister's son) wedding mid May of last year.

Holly had her FIL wait on the patio.  She went in and found Dad in the dining room, with his back to her.  She told Dad she had a big surprise for him and wheeled him out to the patio.

When Dad saw him, his voice filled with joy as he called to him by name!  He even asked how his wife was! 

His friend remembered when Dad had showed him some flower seeds Dad wrapped in newspaper, had watered them and was so impressed with the resulting beautiful flowers. 

Dad smiled as he remembered too.

His friend went on to tell Dad how he had actually seen some similar product on TV for sale...

Dad told him he was not surprised...

My sister snapped a picture of both of them, and one of my Dad wearing his wrist alarm on his left arm.

Their conversation stayed fairly normal for some time, and then Dad became confused and began talking about the battle at Tarawa, where Dad fought during WW II, as a Marine.  Dad would switch from the War to living in Chicago as a child and traveling the world.

Both Dad and his friend are hard of hearing and Dad talks in a soft voice most of the time, unless he is excited.  I remember we all were laughing with them the last time we were together at the wedding.  Both of them were face to face talking a mile a minute but each of them hearing a different conversation than the one they were actually having.  We over heard the correct conversation and then the responses they each had to the wrong conversation.  It was funny...and they even laughed when one of us would help them out.

They visited about an hour and it was getting a bit warm outside.  They wheeled Dad back to the dining room where all the residents were having fun tossing a large, soft rubber, bouncy ball around to one another.  The ball bounced over to Dad and he whacked it hard, sending it across the table to another resident's lap.  He laughed and slapped it to another.  My sister said it was the most active she had ever seen all the residents.  It was like a scene out of Cocoon.

9 comments:

Mari said...

Another good visit! I love hearing this.

Wander to the Wayside said...

What a great visit!

Debra She Who Seeks said...

Sounds like a wonderful day! There's a Versatile Blogger Award for you over at my blog (June 6th post)!

That corgi :) said...

that was neat to have an old friend visit your dad, Donna. It was good that he could recognize him too and they could enjoy their conversation (however it happened, but at least they were together as friends, right?)

it did warm up here this past weekend; I guess summer is upon us already

betty

septembermom said...

What a wonderful visit. I'm so glad that they enjoyed the time together.

Carol............. said...

How wonderful that is...a visit with an old friend! Another "feel good" post!

Laoch of Chicago said...

Now that my parents and grandparents are gone I deeply regret not having spent a lot of time chronicling their early lives. I feel like I missed out on quite a bit by not really hearing all about those experiences and impressions.

Good wishes to your dad. Chicago must have been something in his heyday.

penjandrum said...

They look so happy in the photo. Great that your Dad remembered those details.
That generation did so much for us!

Penny

Vegas Linda Lou said...

What a beautiful post! So touching. Dad looks good!