Where are the kids??Can you gather them? I found you but I can't find the kids. Can you get them and place them in one place ok if you want. If you can't find them what the hell will e do. How many do e have, five you say, Les, Gaye Valerie Glenna and Maureen are they in order. Can we round them up, find the .
I kept trying to explain, but no way...I was jotting all this in shorthand, I've never seen him so upset about the kids.
He then continued, saying, you ran away but I found you. Then I realized what was causing his concern. This was the first time I had tried to save time by putting on my coat hat and boots before taking him down to the 2nd floor. When I got him in a chair with "the gang" - as he calls the people who sit around in the solarium, I said, ok I'm just going to the grocery store, I'll be back stay there. Then I kind of scooted out. Usually I bring him down, do not wear my outdoor clothes and say I'm going to go grocery shopping, and then scoot, but I guess he thinks I'm in the building somewhere, and when he saw I was leaving him - coat hat and everything on, it may have somehow made him think I was running away.
So on and on he went, so sad to hear him saying "Think, should you run down the road and get them I said, "mac, they are big now, they are in their own homes. - but no. he says, Can't we just quickly get them...how many can come. We know them, can't we go home and get them. You say we have five right.so he starts counting one two three four five. and saying their names on each finger, Les, Gaye, Val, Glenna Maureen" You say they are not little kids now.. There is a big hill, they are probably there can you catch them look around. So I was getting upset myself, and decided to go along and said. Look they will come - don't be sad.
On Sunday Briana will come with baby Lachlan ..but no - HOw many do we have did you say - don't just sit there, find them..I should go in the car and get them...What day is it today...I said Friday..Mac said,oh I thought it was Sunday...oh they are probably in school...I thought it was Sunday.Mac continued saying, so I had to get them.
Then I decided to go along with that. and said, o.k, Mac it's Friday, not to worry they are in school, so relax...we'll see them all later...and guess what, he did, he sat back in the rocking chair where we were sitting and calmly said, oh that's good.
I've often felt so terrible for the lady who goes around calling Gerald and another time Murielle, Carole . Thinking how awful her kids never ever visit. But, maybe she thinks her kids are missing, perhaps I'll try telling her they are in school, it might work.
Yet as I write this, I have such a sad feeling, how lost he is and how much he loves his kids, if one could see the panic on his face and how he was so wrought up thinking - "where are my kids"..well, hope it doesn't happen again, but I'll stick to - they are in school, saying they are grown up, and have their own homes doesn't always help the situation.
So the day finished on a happy note all was well in his world...but the usual story of where he lives,, i.e. St. Henri, and how he will visit his mom and help her still goes on and on, till he comes in this apartment, pets the cat and settles down, I put on some jazz cds, he holds my hand as I dance around to "If you ask me I could write a book" and that's just about what I'm doing.
So then I
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