Dad sleeps through the night--a first. Mom is definitely better rested today.
I have dim sum with my great aunt and my mother’s cousin, Nerissa. A flash: why don’t I get Nerissa, an architect, to draw up the house floor plans requested by the occupational therapist? She agrees. She arrives at home with tape measure and accessibility regulations in hand. The computer generated plan will likely be the best drawing ever handed to OT.
I order some dim sum to go--my dad wolfs down all despite finishing lunch just prior to this. Good food--good for soul and body.
The Pangs visit. They have been family friends for 35 years. My father expresses such gratitude. What is not said but is blatant between the lines is the absence of many lifelong friends. No visit or call or even a personal email. His memory is keener than ever in some respects; he mentions all those who visit or call. I recall Denys Arcand’s “The Barbarian Invasions”. Do I need to coax people, with money or otherwise, to visit?
I have a fear of a long lonely existence. My paternal grandmother lived to 101, my maternal grandmother to 94. Both had outlived most of their friends. At the end, they had little to live for. One grandmother chose chain smoking as a slow form of suicide. I have friends, but the weather is fair now. Will these friends still be around at times of adversity?
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