My father called me up on Wednesday (May 13) evening and asked me to come and pick him up and take him to a place which he could not describe. I asked him if it was home and he couldn't be sure. I was busy with work and told him I couldn't come over at the time. He became more anxious and pleaded with me.
I drove over to Sentry Hill not being able to figure out what he was talking about. When I got there he was ready to go and grabbed a photo that my sister had recently taken and framed of him and myself. I asked why he was taking the photo and he said he couldn't leave it there. I began to feel like he thought he was leaving permanently. I reminded him that I couldn't take him home and leave him there and that if we went to his house I would have to bring him back in a short while.
Still being leery of the situation I agreed to take him for a drive. I asked if he were hungry and he said not really. We drove from Sentry Hill up to the hospital and through the parking lot near the cafeteria that he is very familiar with. I asked him if this is where he has in mind. He said no and asked me to keep on driving and he would show me the way. We drove into the center of York Village and he said go left and then right. We drove for a few miles up Old Post Road and he eventually said we have gone to far. He asked me to turn around and explained how we needed to go back to Woodbridge Road and turn right after about a half mile.
He had just described directions to Sentry Hill. I did feel relieved that his home wasn't his destination but had never experienced anything so bizarre either. We drove up to the back entrance and I thought I would try driving on to make sure he meant it. When I didn't slow down to make the turn into the parking lot he asked where I was going. I turned in. He didn't waste a second getting out of my truck and into the building.
He seemed so relieved to be back to where we had just come from. He placed the photo he had taken back on his night table. Technorati Tags: dimentia, strange
I drove over to Sentry Hill not being able to figure out what he was talking about. When I got there he was ready to go and grabbed a photo that my sister had recently taken and framed of him and myself. I asked why he was taking the photo and he said he couldn't leave it there. I began to feel like he thought he was leaving permanently. I reminded him that I couldn't take him home and leave him there and that if we went to his house I would have to bring him back in a short while.
Still being leery of the situation I agreed to take him for a drive. I asked if he were hungry and he said not really. We drove from Sentry Hill up to the hospital and through the parking lot near the cafeteria that he is very familiar with. I asked him if this is where he has in mind. He said no and asked me to keep on driving and he would show me the way. We drove into the center of York Village and he said go left and then right. We drove for a few miles up Old Post Road and he eventually said we have gone to far. He asked me to turn around and explained how we needed to go back to Woodbridge Road and turn right after about a half mile.
He had just described directions to Sentry Hill. I did feel relieved that his home wasn't his destination but had never experienced anything so bizarre either. We drove up to the back entrance and I thought I would try driving on to make sure he meant it. When I didn't slow down to make the turn into the parking lot he asked where I was going. I turned in. He didn't waste a second getting out of my truck and into the building.
He seemed so relieved to be back to where we had just come from. He placed the photo he had taken back on his night table. Technorati Tags: dimentia, strange
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