Headed up to see Chuck on Saturday morning. I got there about 9:30, and he was sleeping in one of the chairs near the kitchen. Very sound. He mumbled when I rubbed his arm, and then went back into a deep sleep. I hung out for about an hour, and then took off. Melinda said he had a good morning, but if I noticed some nicks, he started putting up a fight when they were shaving him, so they stopped. Other than that, he had been doing well. He did put his hand out when I rubbed his arm, and I held his hand the entire time I was there. I've said it before, but I have really noticed how he wants to touched, craves that interaction.
Eric stopped in on Sunday, and he was in a great mood. He sent a pic to my phone, and dad looked really good. The pic came across weird, and I can't download it, so if and when I can figure it out, I will post it here. Good to see him looking good.
Dean and Virgie went to church with him yesterday morning. Said he was doing well. When they came back from church, the ambulance was there, because there was a man laying on the floor in the dining area. Yuck. Virgie walked down to dad's room to get his sweater, and she said there was a short little lady sitting in his chair, just shoving the m&m's in her mouth, from the candy dish. Virgie told her it wasn't her room, and she left. By the way she described her to mom, we both think it was Skipper, aka, Naolia.
Tara and her family stopped in there on Friday, and mom said dad didn't know them, but sure enjoyed having them there.
He loves to have visitors - when he's awake. He tends to sleep pretty heavily for a few days, then will be more alert in the days to follow.
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