My dad and I took a nice long walk this morning. Although it was 45°F and sunny when the wind blew it was cold. Otherwise it was spring like. We walked up through the center of York Village and my father pointed out a bronze monument memorializing veterans from the Korean Conflict. He was particularly proud to find his name which he knew was there. From there he asked if we could go into the town hall. He said hi to the girls in the clerks office and then walked into the Code Enforcement Office and talked to Tim. He asked him about a growth permit and building permit and when they would expire.
From there we walked back to Sentry Hill. When I am with my father it is apparent that in many ways time has stopped for him. Not only is he retired but his dementia enables him to be even more in the moment. This is quite painful for me as I need to tell him that I have to leave him and go back to work. He always seems to be taken by surprise. In a way I cross over the gauge of time when I am with him. Things are about him, mostly. And I enter into his realm of reality like a runner becomes the road. It is a comfortable place but only temporary. It is peaceful and I wouldn't mind being in that space more.
After our walk we went into the upstairs dining room and served ourselves a cup of tea. Sentry Hill is quite elegant and grand, especially upstairs. And as I sat amid this modest opulence I kept wondering how my father ever came to be here.
We finally went down stairs I gave my dad a hug and told him I would call him later this evening.
From there we walked back to Sentry Hill. When I am with my father it is apparent that in many ways time has stopped for him. Not only is he retired but his dementia enables him to be even more in the moment. This is quite painful for me as I need to tell him that I have to leave him and go back to work. He always seems to be taken by surprise. In a way I cross over the gauge of time when I am with him. Things are about him, mostly. And I enter into his realm of reality like a runner becomes the road. It is a comfortable place but only temporary. It is peaceful and I wouldn't mind being in that space more.
After our walk we went into the upstairs dining room and served ourselves a cup of tea. Sentry Hill is quite elegant and grand, especially upstairs. And as I sat amid this modest opulence I kept wondering how my father ever came to be here.
We finally went down stairs I gave my dad a hug and told him I would call him later this evening.
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