July 4th

Ethelyn, Ken, and I picked up daddy and brought him to the house for the 4th. He had a wonderful day. The day before was tough and I was worried about how he would do. On that Friday he had forgotten how to eat. He would suck his french fries down whole and was confused about when to swallow and when to chew. He was emotional and I was worried.

On the 4th, he did very well moving from the chair to the car and was extremely talkative during the day. The nurses had given him his meds earlier in the day so he was much more alert by mid-afternoon. He even walked a short distance in the house without a walker. That was very good to see. He only had one accident and Ethelyn and I took care of it quickly so there was no problems. I hope to get him out more in the future.