I finally got to see dad yesterday as the visiting restrictions due to the Norovirus were lifted at the hospital. I stayed for three hours and we sat and chatted – just shooting the breeze.
Dad is really physically weak and gets very muddled. He told me that he’d been out last night on a paddle ferry to Croydon and then back to some houses. He’d be bonkers for a few minutes and then talk rationally for a few more and then be crazy again. Weird.
But he is happy: certainly more happy then when he was at home by himself. Of course we had tears when he talked about mum but apart from those moments he seemed much less anxious than usual and this is good to see.
I prefer a crazy happy dad to a sane unhappy one any day.