The eighth good thing about my dad was he was a faithful husband. The last few years of my mom's life were increasingly difficult as she struggled with dementia as part of Parkinson's Disease. Many times he would sit and rub her legs when they were painful. He would buy her treats of he favorite foods like Crunch & Munch or ice cream sandwiches. Through it all my dad cared for her with tender patience.
Journal entry 1/13/08
Aaron and Leon got dad into the hospital bed in the morning and Wendy stayed with me during the day. Hospice Nurse Sue came and got us started on pain meds. Arlene came to visit in the afternoon. Cooks were over in the evening so I went to service at my church. I thought I would be OK by myself at night as the drugs seemed to be helping but shortly after Cooks left Dad started getting restless. He wanted me to "twist" him in an effort to get comfortable. I increased pain meds but finally called Wendy at 2 AM after another hour of him asking me to "pull on me somewhere". We called hospice and upped the meds. A Long Hard Night.
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I love the first picture. Grandpa would have liked it!
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