Travels with Dad
—-This is a story of a complex relationship with my father, Al, who I came to love and understand after he was diagnosed with dementia.—-
On days when my mother was working, my father would leave her little notes with clues about what he was thinking, where he may have gone that day, or summarizing a message about a conversation he had with someone. On some level, the notes didn’t make sense, but they were really cute!!
Come see what I mean:
I wonder why “High” Babe. Seems more complicated than plain old “Hi”.
I doubt my mother could go if she was working, but it was nice of him to think about inviting her.
And, “With much love” is so sweet!
“High” Babe, again.
I wonder what “goodies” he took with him. And, so sweet that he mentioned that he hoped that she took some goodies too. He also hopes to be in touch with Mom, (He’ll be in touch just as soon as she gets home from work) and he loves her always!
He never called Mom Ann. He always called her Ann Marie, so it seemed a little odd to her when she read it. Also, he wrote this note at home and left it at home. Nice of him to let her know he will call her when he gets there.
Still signed, with “love”.
I must have talked to him that day and explained something promising. “Dealings at her disposal” sounds official. I hope whatever it was, it served me well.
No “Love” this time. Oh well.
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