InMotion

What do you do when your father is 92 years old  and his equipment (heart, kidneys, structural supports, brain) starts going on the fritz big time?  Well, I have concluded that there is something I can do to help, and here I am trying to do that. After my mom died in 2004, he lived alone for 12 years  in the independent apartment section of a 3-tiered senior living facility in Spring Park, Minnesota, 20 miles west of the Twin Cities.  3 years ago, while walking in his apartment he fell and broke one of the vertebrae in his neck.  He's never made it back to the independent living he enjoyed, and now my sister Cindy and I are here seeing what's what and hoping to return to our  "regular lives" in the not too distant "future".  My parents raised my 3 sisters and I in Michigan, and 2 of the sisters still live there. I live in Louisiana, and Linda, the oldest of us 4 sibs, took a long life journey that finds her currently pretty much home-bound with disabilitie

 After 2 weeks back in New Orleans, on Nov. 15 I arrived here in Spring Park Minnesota, where my dad resides in a dementia unit of a care facility.  This is a unique and intense emotional as well as physical journey.  I am squeezing this post in early Sunday morning, while dad is still sleeping.  Soon we will begin the day, and I promise to return with another post and will try to report from this very different place I find myself in now. From New Orleans' newest bicycle bridge, Wisner street City Park