tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706262320848471533.post7996688752717077575..comments2023-10-08T01:28:56.278-07:00Comments on We Were Five: Our Journey With Alzheimer's: Blog 58: My DadLizziehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02178459531117569904noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706262320848471533.post-72895473865530948812013-01-12T09:02:31.217-08:002013-01-12T09:02:31.217-08:00I do remember that, and always will. I was think...I do remember that, and always will. I was thinking of other memories of my dad that I could have written about...the family vacation to Wisconsin, where we stayed in a cabin by the lake, and how Dad took turns waking a daughter up each morning and carrying us to the lake to toss us in (makes me laugh now), and fishing with him on the lake and he put a frog in the boat, but it scared me so much I stood up and screamed and nearly tipped the boat over, putting worms on the hook, and when we sat down for supper and he asked us if we liked the chicken and then told us it was frog legs. I'll never forget that! The patience Dad had when he helped us bowl, the way he could tell a joke and the way he always said, "BOY!", and watching his face as he looked up at the fireworks was absolutely priceless. I have MANY more memories. I also wish I would have said more about why I think my dad was the way he was. His dad ended his life when my dad was around 11 years old and his mom was really strict. I'm sure he didn't have the best upbringing. That makes me so sad. :(Lizziehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/02178459531117569904noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4706262320848471533.post-87798480713962658582013-01-11T22:47:12.095-08:002013-01-11T22:47:12.095-08:00I know there is so much to say that you could neve...I know there is so much to say that you could never blog about all of it, but I wanted to add one of my memories from when grandpa was in the nursing home. Nana went to visit him once, before that last day. She was wearing a coat and it was cold outside. Before she left, he motioned for her to come to him and he started to button up her coat and tell her that it was cold outside so she better button up. I'll never forget that sweet gesture.<br /><br />~RoseAnonymousnoreply@blogger.com