Mary and I went to the hospital and got there just before lunchtime. I brought him a CD player/clock radio so that he would have something to listen to his CDs, without us searching around for one of the hospital's players. It was wrapped up as a Christmas present, but he didn't seem to interested in unwrapping it. So I unwrapped it for him, and he seemed more interested once he saw what it was.
We took him for a walk, and upstairs for a coffee (not realizing he'd already taken the same trip with Mom and Tracey!). It's good to get off the unit, just for 20 minutes or so, so that you don't feel you're sitting around in the same place all the time.
Dad seemed more aware, even if some of the things he was saying didn't make sense. He was reading signs, and while we sat at the table near the coffee stand, he picked up a section of the paper and opened it. I don't know if he was reading anything, but he isn't always able to even look at a paper without getting agitated.
Towards the end of our visit, he had a philosophical moment. I don't remember his exact words, but he talked about taking solace and that we all have our time and that things must sometimes come to an end. I don't know if he was talking directly to me, or generally, or if perhaps he was talking about something else altogether. Whatever he meant, I appreciated it -- I value every moment I get when there's a little flash of Dad's old self.
Chris
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