I went to see Dad yesterday. It is hard to see him. We are leaving town to visit Janice and rendezvous with our future in-laws. I wanted to visit him before we leave for what could be two weeks.
I played tennis with the guys and then drank a few beers before driving to see him at Arden Court. The caregivers were happy to see me. The told me where to find Dad. He was outside in the heat and sun with his bare head uncovered. They came out with sunscreen to help keep him from getting burnt. I put my arm around him and gave him a hug. I squeezed his hind in mine and asked him to squeeze back. I thought I felt a slight squeeze from him. I talked to him about Bailey the poodle and our upcoming drive to Pittsburgh and Maine. He did not respond. I told him about Bailey and recalled some of the happy times that we had together with our dogs in the past. (After the Dogs chewed up hardballs Dad prolonged the ball's life with shiney electrical tape wound around the strings of the ball. I told him how I remember him throwing hard balls to me at second base. If Jeffrey or I threw too weekly he would fire the hardball just as hard as he could at us.)
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