Got a call from Trent last night. He was up at the folks house with mom and Ann, after dropping in on pop.
Trent walked walked into dad's room and dad was standing in the middle of the bathroom, shaking his head saying, "It's just not right." Over and over. Trent couldn't figure out what he meant, and when they walked out of the bathroom, it hit him: Some of Rick's stuff was gone. Dad pointed to an empty space, where a table had been, and said again, "It's just not right." At that time, Trina, the nurse on duty walked in, and said they had a little problem earlier. A couple of aides had come into the room and started taking Rick's stuff, and pop started swinging at them. No one was hurt, and pop was just defending what he thought was his own stuff and territory. Trina said they goofed - had she been told that was going to happen, she would have taken pop out of the room. Pop was rightfully thinking these people were taking his things. Trent talked to him, explained to him that the things they took weren't his, and took him for a walk down the hall. He started to calm down. When they got back to the room, Trina had boxed up all of the personal things of Rick's in the bathroom. Pop was tired - he had quite the busy day yesterday. Trent told him that Trina was going to help him get ready for bed, and he needed to be nice, because she was his friend. Later on, mom called and was told pop was just getting into bed.
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