The sun is going down, sounds like storms are rolling in and I am finally sitting with my feet UP.
Poppa has not had a good couple of weeks. He is getting weaker and more feeble everyday. I told my sister Saturday that it was the worst I've seen him. Saturday and Sunday he would not open his eyes and it was very difficult to move him. Abbie spent the night on Saturday and she could not understand why DanDaddy wouldn't open his eyes for her - "He always does!" He is a little stronger and more alert today but he still has trouble responding. I'm hoping he will sleep tonight and be even better tomorrow. The sleep pattern thing is starting to really affect my Mother. I see her getting weaker and more feeble as well. She is need of some major surgery on her hip, but will not plan anything because of Dad. Hard head Ayatollah.
The kids and Terry being here during the day has thrown me off my schedule. We've kept Dad on his, but mine has gone all haywire. Hopefully this week I can get it together and answer emails, update web pages and get back into my comforting housework routine. It will sure help my mood. Being a little OCD (yes, I said a LITTLE) I hate flying by the seat of my pants. Makes me feel all scattered.
The quiet has set in, so I am going to enjoy it for awhile.
And remember, be kind and make good decisions.
1 comment:
I am happy you have the time with him and I know you love him. These are memories that you will remember forever. I enjoy reading about him and I hope you keep on going with it so I know what is going on. He is loved and so are you and the family.
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