This takes so much time, getting dad moved to a therapeutic dementia village.
The time of deciding, applying, moving.
What I am gaining is acceptance of Dad just the way he is.
“Oh Lisa, this is so hard for you.” It’s not. This is nothing for me, compared to Dad. Carmelo must deal with almost daily changes to his body. The lost word on the tip of his tongue. Being a new person in a world filled with dumb appliances and equipment.
“I am so sad for him. It’s such a shame.” It just is. He is who he is: constantly changing and becoming new.
New Carmelo says “Life is beautiful.” New Carmelo loves fast-food and Arby’s. New Carmelo lives completely in the present. New Carmelo feeds off the energy around him.
It’s like he was propelled to a place beyond the reach of clocks and to-do lists.
The time is always now.