After not visiting my dad yesterday I knew that he would wonder where I had been. An old friend of mine was committed to a mental health facility, both he and his wife were suicidal. This really took a lot out of me. Also, my son was part of an honors banquet to which both Sandra, my wife and I accompanied him too. As usual, work seems to get the time that is left over from so many other seeming priorities.
This afternoon I was able to visit my father and had a very nice time. Back when he used to go to the York Hospital Cafeteria daily he befriended a very nice lady and her 92 year old dad. She has called several times and made arrangements for either my sister or myself to meet them at the cafeteria with my father for dinner. He very much looks forward to it.
Tonight the arrangements had been made and we met them just after 5:30. After dinner they had found out we had walked over to the hospital and offered us a ride back to Sentry Hill. We accepted and were able to give them a quick tour of the facility.
After the my dad's guests left we sat in a large octagonal room. I showed him some photos I had taken on my camera's monitor and then we were interrupted by one of the staff. My father clearly did not like it and was quite rude. The lady was very nice to him but he just wouldn't reciprocate. He can be like this, I don't know why.
Before dinner we had walked up through town and found our way to the town hall porch. There was a very nice bench on it and we sat down. My father was very concerned we would be late for dinner with his friends. We were an hour early and I suggested we walk behind the town hall and into the First Parish graveyard to look for his grandfathers headstone.
He pointed us to the right direction. Although as we got closer he started to walk off into a bushy thicket. I asked where he was going and he said the grave was that way. I said no, follow me and based on his previous directions we were able to find the headstone. It was inscribed with FREEMAN...JOHN W. FREEMAN, RALPH FREEMAN and his wife ABBIE FREEMAN
I had never seen this headstone before. John Wesley was my great grandfather. My grandfather and grandmother are also in this cemetery and we both began looking for them. I kind of knew where they were but couldn't find them. My father was anxious not be late so we abandoned the graveyard and headed for the hospital cafeteria.
This afternoon I was able to visit my father and had a very nice time. Back when he used to go to the York Hospital Cafeteria daily he befriended a very nice lady and her 92 year old dad. She has called several times and made arrangements for either my sister or myself to meet them at the cafeteria with my father for dinner. He very much looks forward to it.
Tonight the arrangements had been made and we met them just after 5:30. After dinner they had found out we had walked over to the hospital and offered us a ride back to Sentry Hill. We accepted and were able to give them a quick tour of the facility.
The early night sky was very beautiful. The flowering trees seemed to be on fire. The lush green grass was pushing upwards in a hurry and was in need of a trim. There is a pond just below my father's unit and there was a mother duck and 12 baby ducklings paddling about and then sauntering about in the bushes. They were a lovely site and a true confirmation spring has finally arrived.
My father, Haven with his friends Frank (center) and Theresa (right)
My father, Haven with his friends Frank (center) and Theresa (right)After the my dad's guests left we sat in a large octagonal room. I showed him some photos I had taken on my camera's monitor and then we were interrupted by one of the staff. My father clearly did not like it and was quite rude. The lady was very nice to him but he just wouldn't reciprocate. He can be like this, I don't know why.
Before dinner we had walked up through town and found our way to the town hall porch. There was a very nice bench on it and we sat down. My father was very concerned we would be late for dinner with his friends. We were an hour early and I suggested we walk behind the town hall and into the First Parish graveyard to look for his grandfathers headstone.
He pointed us to the right direction. Although as we got closer he started to walk off into a bushy thicket. I asked where he was going and he said the grave was that way. I said no, follow me and based on his previous directions we were able to find the headstone. It was inscribed with FREEMAN...JOHN W. FREEMAN, RALPH FREEMAN and his wife ABBIE FREEMAN
I had never seen this headstone before. John Wesley was my great grandfather. My grandfather and grandmother are also in this cemetery and we both began looking for them. I kind of knew where they were but couldn't find them. My father was anxious not be late so we abandoned the graveyard and headed for the hospital cafeteria.
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