The Visit

Modern wheelchair

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The visit is going so well. Took my Mom out to the Pier in Naples, FL to see the sites. She loved it. My sister, brother and I had her out in a wheel chair and she was doing real well though she kept asking why she was in the chair. She is not used to being confined and still fights it. We let her up from it after traveling half  way down the pier, to save her the long distance of the tiring walk. She then pushed the chair herself, and looked out at the passersby. We pulled over to the railing to look at the fabulous view, and surprise, surprise, what do we see in the water? Finally, one of my mother’s first sighted dolphins! Oh, yeah! Serendipity!  She could not have been happier or more surprised!

We visited with my Dad yesterday and today. Just sat and talked with him. He looks well and sounds good. It was nice. I was preparing myself for the worst, but thankfully have been happily surprised that my parents are as well as they are. No tears, no drama.

Tomorrow, it’s Daddy’s day out. We’ll stop by, visit with Mom and the other patients in the Memory Section in the Folks Home, then take Dad out for wings and beer. Just my sister, Dad & I. Like a bunch of adults now that we’re grown up. We’ll see if Dad treats us as adults, and/or if we act like adults?Are you always Daddy’s little girls?


(c) Written by Evelyn Garone 11/2010

About Evie Garone

I am an outspoken woman with independent views of the world. I am spiritual but also realistic. I've successfully raised two men who I've sent off to college and am now following my love of the arts, including painting, drawing and writing. Thus, two blogs, two books I sporadically work on, voracious reading, among other loves keep me busy.
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