After
leaving my boss's going away party, I visited Dad. It was later than I
usually see him, around 8pm, he was already in bed, but not quite
asleep.
His room was stuffy so I opened the window. I explained about the party while I patted his head. He was trying to talk to me sleepily, seemed to think he was going somewhere. I gave him the magazine I brought, he perked up slightly & tried to read it in the fading daylight. He always was an addictive reader-in-bed.
#dementia
His room was stuffy so I opened the window. I explained about the party while I patted his head. He was trying to talk to me sleepily, seemed to think he was going somewhere. I gave him the magazine I brought, he perked up slightly & tried to read it in the fading daylight. He always was an addictive reader-in-bed.
#dementia
