Thursday, September 30, 2010

Thursday, September 30, 2010

I picked up Dad at Life Care and we went to the high school to watch Simon's soccer game. Dad asked a couple of times where we were going and I told him Simon's soccer game. It was cool and cloudy and I had brought a coat for Dad. The first couple of times I asked him if he wanted to put it on, he said no. Then I saw him trying to cover up with it, so I helped him put on the coat. Then it started sprinkling on us and I went to the car to get an umbrella. Dad held the umbrella over himself and kept hitting me in the head with it and laughing. I had him seated as before, at the top of walkway that goes down the steps. At one point a pretty, young girl walked by Dad and he took his foot and gently tapped her on the bottom. She turned around and made light of it, being really friendly. As a matter of fact, she had been at student at Spindale Elementary, where I work, and recognized me and we spoke for a moment. I jokingly told her she had to watch out for Dad and when she walked by the next time, she was ready. At half time, I was passing out things to the parents and Dad got up and walked around and stood at the rail. When the game started back I got him back in his chair. He proceeded to count things such as the players on the field, the people sitting in front of him and the bulbs on the field lights. He asked several times what they were playing, but never realized we were there to watch Simon. He got up again and this time I walked with him around the bathrooms and concession stand. As we were walking, he put his hand through my arm and reached over and kissed me on the cheek, smiling. I decided he had had enough and we left the game about 15 minutes early. We came home and I got him dinner and did some work around the house. I just got him in bed and I'm ready to hit the sack myself........Susie

2 comments:

  1. A kiss on the cheek...how sweet is that? You are a blessing to each other and to so many others that watch your story unfold.

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  2. Thanks Nancy! It really is sweet when Dad does that. When he first moved in he use to tell me all the time he loved me. I haven't heard those words in a long time, but I think the kiss his way of saying it!

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