How Ironic

September 10, 2008

Dear Family,

Hi, How are you all doing? Good, I hope. Things are well here in Snowflake. Mom looks much better, more rested, and dad seems to be doing OK. We go pick him up every morning and he spends the day with mom, then we take him back to the home when it is time for him to go to bed. So far it is working well.

Monday, when Aunt Linda went to pick up dad, he was really agitated. She said the workers at the home told her he had a bad morning. He kept telling them he was the supervisor and he needed to take care of something, be he didn't know what. Finally, they gave him an application form and told him he needed to fill it out so they could take care of whatever needed to be done. When Linda got there he was sitting at the counter with a pencil and the form, fiddling around with it.

Aunt Linda said she got dad into the car, but he was still really agitated. He kept saying they weren't doing things right and he was in charge and he just couldn't get them to straighten things out. She was laughing inside, but she just kept agreeing with him and let him talk. Then she says he finally hit his fist against his knee and exclaimed, “It's those dang Mormons who are messing everything up!”

Linda just burst out laughing right there in the car and was still chuckling when she told me about it later that day. Poor dad. I wonder if his mind is pulling up memories of people telling him those “dang Mormons” messed everything up back when he worked at the high school, or even farther back when he was a kid in school. Ironic, isn't it, that dad, the best “dang Mormon” out there, would spout off something like that?

We had a good meeting this morning with the staff at the home, the hospice nurse, Uncle Alan and Aunt Linda, and me. They are going to up dad's medications a little to try to help him sleep more at night. So far he seems to be roaming the halls quite a bit, but besides that things are good; dad seems to be happy, and mom is perking back up.

I hope all is well with each of you. I sure do love you,

Aunt Gale