|I love these rust irises, though they really look brown in the house.|
|My dad dozing off on the sofa - probably not the best picture|
Since I've been back here, I've been fighting a tension of complete inner irritability yet requiring the need to display abundant outward grace and patience along with trying to explain (from my better reasoning abilities) what may be causing some of his problems over the last few months. Remember, my mom passed away and they had "taken care of" each other for 56 years.
One of the hardest things for me to deal with is his retelling of stories from his younger years and the 'escapades' of himself and people he knew; stories of a nature that should not be spoken of nor heard about once, let alone frequently! Trying to tell him he's already told me that story hasn't worked. Having known him for
|Another beautiful iris|
|Vase 1: Rose, lily, peony|
|Vase 2: peony, pansy, rose, lily, clematis, and |
I spoke privately with my Dad's general doctor. I can't say as he enlightened me of anything I haven't already recognized. I've not yet met the doctor
This morning, I went along with my aunt, uncle and cousin to visit a cemetery while she put flowers on some graves. Though Memorial Day originated from a day of remembering soldiers who died during a war, it seems it has morphed into a day of remembrance in general of those who are no longer with us whether they were in the military or not, and many others even see it as a day to honor those in the military still living on this day, perhaps confusing Veterans and Memorial days. Regardless of how one sees this day, I enjoyed going with family members to remember those who are gone and those we miss.
The headstone image above is not known to be that of any relative, although within one married-in branch of the family, there is the name Pankratz. Perhaps that's why I took a photo of it, just in case it ultimately does show up connecting to that family.
I went to a local RV show yesterday with my sister. I wanted to see just what might be available for Marty should we reach the plan I've thought of with eventually moving here to the Northwest and having him take off to his favorite photo-op locales for weeks or months at a time - I'll stay home and quilt, work on genealogy, spend time with family and enjoy four real seasons!
Last night I had dinner at Wendy's with my Aunt Irene & Uncle Lloyd, my Uncle Carl and Aunt Claire, my cousin Dale and his wife & son. Uncle Carl brought a few old coins to show as my cousin's 11-year old son has taken an interest in coin collecting.
|1847 silver dollar|