The Facetime call, on Saturday afternoon, prompted the final decision. ” I really want to go to church and take communion,” my father pled. ” Is there some way I can go?”
Leaving at 5:30 in the morning seems crazy, but we somehow managed to arrive and pick up my father for church. His beaming smile made everything worth it. Taking communion was important since he only visits the church once a month. He thoroughly enjoyed visiting with the people, although his hearing always prevents detailed conversations.
Eating an omelet for Sunday Brunch seemed to perk him up. Even though he described the portion a too big, he managed to eat most of it.
To top it off, a colossal ice structure greeted us when we brought him back to Waterford. I had to stop for a picture. ” It would be crazy to have Dad in that picture, wouldn’t it?” I somewhat jokingly asked Mitch. “YES!” he immediately responded. I could not help thinking how cool it would be to create some black/ whites with him in it, but I had to agree.
We dropped him off at the front entrance and headed back to Indiana. Surprisingly, the roads were clear and the drive seemed to pass quickly. It was a perfect Sunday visit.
A Journey Worth Remembering 