My father’s move

We received a big answer to prayer today.

This morning, my Dad’s care manager arrived at his flat. The plan was to take him for a two-week trial of respite care. My Dad agreed to go last Friday as a “holiday”. I never imagined he would go when the time came.

The care manager, who’s been very helpful, writes:

This morning, as planned I went and picked up Isobelle (Manager) we went then to your dad’s. He was in fine form and looked very well. He remembered I was coming back today. I introduced him to isobelle, and they got on fine. Asked then would he like to go and stay and for me to pack his bag, and he was quite happy with this.

We got to the House, and dad was wisked off to meet the other residents and to have a cup of tea (about 10.15) at no time was dad anxious or unhappy about going to the home for a holiday.

I have just this minute rang Isobelle, dad has just had lunch, has been chatting to other residents, and when she passes him in the lounge, he just looks at her and smiles. At this moment, dad is being shown his room.

I think dad just might enjoy himself and this 24hr care and support, who know’s he might even want to stay?

Amazing.

Tomorrow night, my brother Kevin and I catch the red-eye to Gatwick. Wednesday afternoon we go and see Dad in his new place. Then some paperwork and buying new clothes for Dad, and a few more errands before returning home early Friday morning.

If the two-week trial goes well, some of us will have to go back and tidy out the flat in March. So far, so good. Please keep praying.