Here’s the last video in my series of talking with my father. It’s pretty short. Check it out! Thanks for watching!
Here’s the next installment of videos of conversations with my dad. He talks about his time in the army.
The stories from my father continue. Today he talks about his poor family and going to school.
I finally got my father to sit down and tell me some stories. Here is the first story. It’s short. Enjoy!
This weekend we are visiting my father as well as visiting wineries in the Charlottesville area. Today we spent the bulk of the day visiting wineries. We arrived at my father’s house in the evening with some food to make for dinner. My father is old. He informed us he doesn’t eat anything after 3:00 PM. We made some rice for dinner to go with the steaks we bought. He said he could eat some soft foods but once we made the rice he said he didn’t want any. My father is old. While looking through the cabinets in his kitchen for things we needed to make dinner, we ran across a several medicine bottles. When I picked them up I realized they were empty. He is saving all his old medicine bottles. Why is he doing that?
Under his kitchen sink he must have are a half dozen or so bottles of 409. But each bottle is labeled. They are all filled with other solutions than 409. My father is old.
Sitting on his kitchen counter is two boxes of Borax, a hair dryer from the 80s, and several pairs of gloves….the industrial type gloves…like he’s going to burry someone in his back yard. I just don’t get my father. My father is old. Recently he spent a few thousand dollars on dentures to replace some teeth that needed to be removed. He refuses to wear the dentures unless he is going out. And even then if he is going out to eat, he takes the dentures out. What is wrong with him? He walks around his house with no dentures wearing a winter coat saying he is cold but yet it’s 77 degrees in his house. My father is old.
My father has taken in two stray cats. He has a history of taking in stray cats and caring for them as his own until they die. The two he has now come and go as they please. They go to the door and meow until he opens the door. He also feeds other animals by putting bird seed on his deck. He says he has two possums, a raccoon with babies, and many birds. I didn’t believe him until I saw one of the possums come to the deck to eat. Unbelievable. He encourages these wild animals to come to his deck!
He can’t sleep very well. He gets up at 2:00 in the morning, feeds the cats and then sits on the couch and falls asleep. When I got up early to use the restroom, I found him on the couch with his cats…one is on the floor under the chair. He has his bedroom door open when I got up to use the restroom and I saw him sleeping in a sleeping bag on top of his completely made bed. I asked him the next morning why and he said the sleeping bag keeps the warmth in better than his bedding. I said get a heavier blanket! He said he likes the sleeping bag. So bizarre!
Please don’t let me get old like my father. I simply couldn’t live like he lives. I sure hope Warren doesn’t let me turn into my father.
Three day weekends are a great time to visit our favorite wineries in Charlottesville, Virginia this weekend. We brought my mom down to visit with my sister while we are visiting wineries. We are also staying with my dad while here. I try to take a few photos of him each time we visit. Here’s one of the photos I took this evening of him. He will be 83 on January 1st. Besides not being able to hear too well and see too well, he’s doing pretty well. He says he’s going to live to be 92.
My father is now in a rehab facility and making progress to getting back on his feet. He’ll probably be there for a month. They won’t let him go home until he can do everything on his own since he lives alone. I spent the last two days with him. Here are some pictures:
So I haven’t posted anything about what has happened to my father recently because I wanted to make sure he was going to be okay. Last Monday he fell at his house and laid on the floor for almost 24 hours before he was able to crawl to the phone and call 911. They came and took him to the hospital on Tuesday. He broke his hip from the fall. On Wednesday he had surgery to replace his hip. During the surgery his heart rate spiked and his blood pressure dropped. There was a chance he had a blood clot that had traveled to his heart. He was taken to ICU right after surgery. He had a breathing tube and wasn’t awake. On Friday he was doing much better. The breathing tube was removed and he was taken out of ICU and given a regular room. He’s still on oxygen but that will be removed soon. He’ll be spending Christmas in the hospital. My brother is with him. I’m planning on driving down to Charlottesville to spend time with him on Monday and Tuesday. Right now things are looking up and he’s begun his recovery. After his hospital stay he’ll have to go to a rehab facility until he is able to walk on his own. That may be a few weeks. Today my brother sent me a picture of my father in the hospital. I’m glad to see he’s awake and sitting up. He’ll be 81 on January 1st. Here’s the picture:
Yesterday I went to my sister’s house in Richmond to celebrate my father’s 80th birthday. My entire family was there. There are 24 of us when we are all together. Here’s a picture of my twin brother and myself with my father. It was great catching up with all my siblings.
Here’s the entire family. I’m not sure when this will ever happen again. Every sibling, spouses and children are there. We aren’t missing anyone.
The boyfriend and I are staying at my dad’s house for a few days. We are visiting with him and visiting wineries. We’re having a great time spending too much money on wine. We cooked dinner for my dad. He never cooks. He thought it was a luxury to have dinner cooked. He’s 79. We’ll be here until Tuesday.