3/38/2009

I went to visit my father this afternoon around 3:30pm. He was sitting near the door waiting with a paper in hand that had my sister Karen's and my phone number on it. He was very frustrated as he wanted to call us and said the nurses made him dial a nine first. To dial the phone number as written is a challange for him..to add a nine was impossible. Evidently the nurses weren't helping him and he said he would die if this kept up.

I suggested that we leave, go for a ride and he quickly agreed. As we were departing a lady who was also leaving and had been sitting next to a different resident said she would like to tell me that the nurses weren't helpful to my father and she felt like he wasn't getting respect. She added that he had been very frustrated. It was sad to see him in such a state of despair.

I drove us along the beach and up to Ogunquit and finally up the backway to his home. We stopped in and walked around his yard. He asked me if the truck in the driveway was his. I told him yes it was and a nice one at that. After we left his house we stopped by the chocolate shop where my wife Sandra was working. He was very happy to see her, she gave him a shortbread cocoa cookie which he liked very much. We then left and I drove him back to Sentry Hill where my sister was waiting and they drove off to York Hospital for dinner. They had arranged to meet a lady friend of my dad's and her 98 year old dad for dinner.