Going to see dad and stepmum tomorow. Will spend some time with Dad and
then we are taking them both out to dinner.
He called Sunday to check when we are coming down (and repeated the info several
times-- I guess he remembers me telling him to "rehearse" the info that way so it
gets shoved into long-term memory when the st fails).
I called his wife today and she tried to tell me there was going to be a snowstorm there
tomorrow.
I checked the internet several weather sites and the short answer is NOPE.
So I called her back yes we are coming anyways.
Then Dad called me to see when we are coming.
Stepmum says her wknds are better for visiting but
I feel compelled to go tomorrow as I do not know how much time he has left.
He refuses all medicine for all of the conditions he has.
And has refused the brain scans in order to find out which type of dementia
it is.
Already he is at the stage where one cannot ask "what did you have for dinner?"
or "what are you having for lunch?"
Instead it is better to ask "how was dinner last night?" or "Hey I bet the lunch she is
making smells really good."
I will miss him forever when he goes.
IF he is lucky, he will die in his sleep before the real misery sets in.
spike