Last weekend, I helped my father move into his new apartment. It was a day we had been anticipating for quite some time and was a milestone marker in his continued improvement since relocating to Ohio unexpectedly last June.
As we were unpacking, I came across a familiar figurine, fondly referred to in our family as “Father Time”. My first memory of Father Time was from my pre-school years, as he sat on my grandparents mantle. Over the years, my grandparents moved from home to home and Father Time was always in plain view. (more…)
As I visit the Assisted Living facility where my father lives each morning, I witness many things. Most mornings, I have the pleasure of seeing several employees as I walk in as well as some residents who are just beginning their day. This morning was no different. I was greeted by several residents; some in wheelchairs, some with a walker, all with smiles on their faces.
As I made my way to my Dad’s apartment and entered, I enjoyed the smell of coffee brewing from the hallway. I love the ritual we’ve created together each morning: we recall the events of the evening before, we discuss any upcoming events of the new day and then talk about whatever comes to mind while he brings me my first cup of coffee. We have created such a beautiful “flow” in the short time he has been in Ohio. I’ve come to love this time. It is our time. (more…)