We are a little while into his incarceration hospitalization. After his first couple of nights post surgery, where he fell a couple of times, he has been kept in the hospital.
Visitors are prohibited completely. I understand this. They don’t want him catching a bug of any kind. However, he’s sorely missed.
Yes, he is safe, warm, and well fed. He is taken care of, he watched the Vikings play. Yet, I can’t drive home and bug him. I can’t hug him, or sneak him out for some forbidden drive thru.
I miss my Dad, so much. Yet, he is safe. That’s the important thing. -L
Further update:
There was a medical conference with myself being the only of his offspring in attendance. Everyone else was busy.
He was informed that he has to go to assisted living. He hasn’t spoken to me since. I tried calling a week later, and he is still ticked at me, as if it is my fault. I’m the scapegoat. I’m used to it, and this isn’t my first rodeo.
There’s nothing I can do to change what is going on. I refuse to be his verbal punching bag anymore. There is nothing I can do to fix this, and I tried the groveling/amends route. It’s still my fault in his mind.
Take care, God Bless you. -L
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