Day 6 with Dad (Monday, April 22, 2013)
Continuing to witness Dad’s health’s decline, the watching and waiting, the hyper vigilance is exhausting, but time is a gift, even now. My brain is beginning its own slow decline. I’m meshing words together, my brain is tired, but I have to keep it together a little longer.
I spoke with the Social Worker; she came in, sat down, gave me some handouts to read and let me ask her some questions. This was the first time a Social Worker was younger than me. I asked how she learned all she had at such a young age. She said she had some great mentors and she loves her work. Wow.
She was very sweet, low-key, gracious, empathetic and helpful. She said they have some wonderful volunteers and if I think Dad would benefit from music therapy, let her know and someone would come in, there’s no charge. She said the same about massage therapy too. So, I signed Dad up for both.