Not surprised that Mac didn't understand what one of the teens, or perhaps he was about 20...holding his bottle of booze and yelling to mac...'happy fadders day'...We were sitting in our little park in the back, soaking up sunshine..When a gang of big teens were all yelling and calling to each other as they passed through this park..one said, 'beautiful day eh miss" i replied sure is...when the other yelled ...and i understood the way he said Father .so said to Mac..it's Father's day...That's what he said...he wishing you a Happy Day. Well this meant zilch ...even though Glenna,and Gaye, called ..he couldn't remember this...
Maureen Donald and two boys, Noah and Olivier came yesterday with Father's day gifts, and sent out for dinner, but it just went over mac's head..and later today when Valerie, Brianna and baby Finley were here - it didn't mean a thing. Today, especially, I seem to be noticing just how much he is missing in his mind. Remembering who i am, or for that matter who anybody is, including himself, is just gone...but we will see, as i keep saying - boring myself, it's up and down..he knows some days - he is Gordon mcconnell, - he knows the name Janet - and that means something, but when I say I am janet...he laughs and says, gee I didn't know, so you are my wife you are janet...I say yes. but two minutes later we go through that scenario again.
He can get an idea in his head that i said something, as for example - today he was sure i said my brother was coming...this when we were walking along the lakeside, coming back from church..Actually what i said was Valerie was coming...she did..and we were all together having dinner on the terrace, looking across at the lake, from the restaurant...but would he eat..no way, he was being a shade angry, by NOT eating, and if I asked why, he would say..Your brother is supposed to be coming..you should be watching for your brother..i must have said 50 times, no I said Valerie and she is here..but to no avail, so we saved his food for tomorrow. Of course I reminded him i don't have a brother, but that didn't work either...
Supper tonight was not much better, he didn't want to eat, but was enjoying music on the radio, so at least he was not in a bad mood..
When we went to say g'nite to Alice, and check out Muriel, he was fine,so the evening closed with a very tired guy, asking about the death of Edith our neighbour and seat mate in the dining room, but it did not mean a thing, 'who is Edith'..he doesn't know but he and i will go to the funeral tomorrow..and though it's not going to mean too much to him, he would rather be with me, so why not..he will be fine there, (hope), and as for Father's Day... Well happy Father's day Mac, - and alls well that ends well..g'nite.
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