I was in Northern Virginia for a few days (work) and on the way up there, I stopped off to say goodbye to my Dad - and he was better. He just seemed clearer and more energetic and less anxious. This morning when I went back to see him after being away for two days, he was still quite good. I showed up with a small hot chocolate from Greenberry's (a great coffee shop in Charlottesville) and he smiled the whole time he drank it (I should have gotten him a large!).
It is a relief to see him feeling better. It's hard to leave, to drive south - when he isn't doing well.
It seems that over the past week, my Father has taken to watching cooking shows. I've never known him to watch them before (in his cognitively healthier days) - and now he is at the mercy of someone turning the TV on and selecting a channel (he can't use the remote). So this afternoon we sat and watched a show on scallops (from harvest to dish preparation) and then one on how to make the perfect spaghetti and meatballs. My Dad was mesmerized by these shows - which was great. So I made a pot of spaghetti sauce tonight, and tomorrow I will take him spaghetti for his lunch. It's always been one his favorite foods - and I know he will enjoy it. The sauce is spicy-hot - he has always liked spicy foods and I know that the food he is served daily isn't spicy.
One day at a time, one trip at a time. And more photographs of places in the county where my Father was born and raised.