...before the New Year.
My Dad has been moved to a nursing home facility in Lebanon.
Since my Mum doesn't drive...she didn't get to see the facility before he got moved there. She and my sister saw it Sunday and were content with it. Clean and bright. Everybody in clothes...no jammies in wheelchairs.
Hard thing my Mum has come to accept...still coming to terms with...he's not coming back to the home they shared. He has a new home.
One of the persons Mum talked to at the new place said he would be able to come home in about five weeks. That would be a no.
When Dad came home from the hospital a bed was moved downstairs to the family room. It looks like a lovely hotel room. That's where Mum is now sleeping.
I think back to last Christmas. Everyone sat where we always sit...did what we always do...but it didn't feel right. Think it was really the first time it was in our face that Dad wasn't quite Dad.
Do remember thinking last Christmas...this is the last one in this room we've had for years.
A season of change.
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