Hello everyone I haven’t done an update on Dad for a few weeks ,
But mum and I have been working hard and we cleaned out his shed quite a lot and we had ourselves a bit of a fire 

 burn off .

Dad had lots of stuff and rubbish stacked up everywhere around the shed and  a lot of stuff went into my trailer bound for the tip .

It was a bit  serile  I felt emptying out the shed and culling dads stuff and even though I’m half a horder i knew that i couldn’t keep everything,

But i still tried 

Omg the trailer was full to the top of the cage with rubbish  and at the tip they wanted $755 to empty it all out there .
I just couldn’t justify that sort of charge ,
and I under their suggestion I headed off to the Grantville tip to sort out the trailer load of rubbish I had there .

So its sort of the nail in the coffin pardon the pun
Nearly all of dads things are gone now from the sheds and it  just automatically now clicks into  my memory.

I arrived at Rose Lodge and on the way to dads room  ,
I found my friend,
Max ,
Laying there paralysed and  resting on a mobile bed in the tv room.
I stopped and spoke to him for a bit .
He recognised me and
my heart was in my mouth as he told me how badly that he is struggling inside his mind with everything he had going on on.

I told Max that I would talk more with him when I leave dads room so id see him again real soon ,
I found dad sitting quietly listening to his transistor radio.
I sat next to him on the bed and he switched the radio off .

We had such a frank and and an interesting conversation.
It was probably the most un technical  conversation that we have ever had .
It was more about how he is coping with things?
He wishes it was different but he is now seemingly actually accepting of his situation and him now living there .

He knows that his mind is slipping and he is embarrassed about that because now he can’t remember  lots of peoples  first names .

He tells me that with nothing  much to do that he just thinks ,
He usually would work hard all day every day so his mind would be occupied .

Now he is constantly thinking thoughts all day long all about  his life ,
That is something that he is not used to .
I thought about Max and I explained to Dad that you have to be grateful for the physical health that you have because look at Max

Dad agreed with me .
He insisted that he walk me out to the door,
For the exercise of course.
With the stick ,
stubborn old bugger   wont use the walker ,
He refuses to .

But he is struggling with him taking really small steps now to walk and he wants  to learn to control his thoughts,

Buts thats what you get served up at ninety dad .
When you think about it all,
life sucks because it goes by so fast  before we know it we ,
or one of our loved ones will go into care at a full time  accredited aged care facility.

So I want to give everyone tats at Rose Lodge a big cheer .
And I hope that my stories with John ?

Its the weirdest thing for me is to hear everyone at Rose Lodge call  my Dad , John
To me it sounds sorta wrong.

When  I get old ,
i wont let anyone change my name .
But i guess it helps for confusion purposes as theres plenty of that going there also .

So we both leave dads room and get to the tv room and Max has been wheeled away somewhere and he is no where to be seen ,

I say goodbye to pop and leave him as happy and contented as can be ,
so I smile as i exit the building and I go back to my life .

Cheers xxx
Curlyg