The move seemed like the best answer to my father’s situation. Royal Park served him well, but we wanted a different environment where he would thrive. Waterford seemed like the perfect answer, but is it?
As soon as he entered his new room and sat in the leather chair, the comments came flying like darts. “Where is my chair? This room is cold. I feel forsaken. Why did you bring me here? I had no say in any of this. What about my clothes? There is NO way they will fit in this small closet.” It went on and on.
I quickly told Mitch to get his chair back and enlisted my brother’s help with the tirade of complaining and grumbling. At one point, I became angry and told him to stop grumbling. It was a mixture of compassion and irritation while completing the task of rearranging clothing and other items.
Interestingly, my dad’s demeanor changed when my brother returned. For some reason, my dad’s emotions are only shared with me.
The day ended with us leaving, although I must admit that I didn’t feel very compassionate. I know I should have, though.
It is not easy to move or change environments. We long for routine and normalcy. We don’t feel like being flexible, even though flexibility can provide new opportunities. It’s all very difficult, but we still need to find gratitude in the midst of it all.
I am grateful for the move and hope it provides new opportunities for him as his journey continues.
A Journey Worth Remembering 