|Dreams of My Father
||[Jul. 16th, 2013|08:42 pm]
My Dad been suffer from a form of Parkinson for the past few years. He is not as bad as he was eighteen months ago when he was hospitalize for two months. Now he is still limited mentally and physically, he watches a little TV, barely talks, and has great trouble moving and eating. He still plays a mean game of pinochle, which he wins most of the time. His state varies a lot from day to day.|
Last night I had a vary vivid dream which all my brothers and sisters were visiting my dad. My dad was very lucid and thanks all of us for being good children. It was so real, I thought that my dad had died overnight. After thinking a while, I realize that I have mentally accepted that my dad will die. It might take years.
I still plan to visit him every other Sunday to play pinochle with Nancy, John and my Dad.