I have decided to take a short vacation or respite. Sara and I are making plans to tour Boston. Due to Dave's diabetes, he must go into a nursing home for this short while. While I feel terribly guilty for doing this, there is a good side to it all. The nursing home will get him up and moving more with physical therapy. The last time I did this, Dave never questioned why he was there. I guess guilt is a self-imposed problem for me.
I love to pick Dave's brain. He may have forgotten so much but there is always a shred of wisdom lurking around. I miss his expertise in many things. When it comes to nursing homes, he is usually pleased to have the pretty nurses take care of him but don't force him to socialize. There was a lovely lady singing Ella Fitzgerald music the last time. He almost groaned when I picked him up and asked, "Ready to go home?" Another time, he was listening to banjo music while having ice cream. I was surprised and asked if we should go again. He replied. "Will there be ice cream?" Then, "No."
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