The other day when I was on the phone with him after about 5 min. he said, "Excuse me, to whom am I speaking to?" I said, "It's me your daughter, Suzanne." He replied, "Oh my, someone might call me forgetful." I miss him so much. Everyday he gets up with the same attitude I have. Life is a gift. He never complains; he's just so happy to be alive.
I'm leaving today for 7 days to visit Dad and give my brother and his wife some respite. I'm sure they need to get away for a few days. I'm giving up a sheep trial, but that ain't nothing when it comes to my Pop. I'll have to find us a new jigsaw puzzle to work on. This time, a little less than 500 pieces. :0)