Smiling with Dad

Our sweet Dad has kept us hopping! He also provides us with some great smiles though... His cell phone has been life line to his family and especially to his sweet girlfriend. All of the numbers are on speed dial and Donna's number is 11.  It is well used.:)

He is so enamored by this dear 93 year old lady.  They enjoy each other and finish the others sentences, like they have been together for along time and they have been so good for each other.

One sunday we pushed him over to have Sunday brunch with his friends and to see Donna.

When Mr B wheeled his dad into the dining room there was a spontaneous and loud applause, as everyone welcomed him back. Then the the chefs came out to say hello. 

He had big tears and a huge grin.  I loved it!
It is so much better than where he is  staying now.

I recently took dad to the Doctor and we were told around the first of October he will be able to move back  there with his friends.  Luckily they also a side for those needing assistance. His new apartment will just be on the other side of the facility.  Then Donna and he can be close together again.

As we left the doctors office, I told dad I had one errand to run and then I would meet him back at the nursing facility. He went by a van equipped for his wheelchair.

When I arrived I found him in Physical Therapy and everyone was laughing so hard!

Well, the week before ....his cell phone was missing... and couldn't be found. He was devastated and we even watched him go down hill mentally. It was so hard on both of them!

Donna  had told us she would spend practically the whole day "punching in his numbers" on her (old corded) phone and it was wearing her fingers off." She was so mad because no one would answer it. Bless her heart, she kept forgetting his phone was lost. I felt so bad for her.

We got a corded phone for dad to put by his bed. Since he was so used to speed dialing it was hard to teach him, he had to dial a 9 to get an outside number, before he could make a phone call.

So I made large signs with the instructions to dial 9, then typed our names and all our phone numbers, including the 9 at the beginning in large print for him to read and hung then on his wall.

After about 9 days latter, they finally found his phone in the laundry. What a relief!!!  It must have gone there with his bedding, as I take care of all of his clothes.



Back to Physical Therapy... They were laughing... because He had just called 911 right before I walked in.. The dispatcher had asked him for his address.
He hollered out, "Hey, what is the address in here?"

His Physical Therapist took the phone and tried to explain to the dispatcher, where they were, dad was a patient and everything was just fine.

They still had to talk to dad again to verify he wasn't in any danger. They take every 911 call seriously.
So Dad told them he was fine, but he still NEEDED to talk to his girlfriend and he was getting frustrated!


He had dialed her number ~ 9~11 on his cell phone!

Everyone was laughing so hard, the kind where you can't help but crack up along with every one else...


 He was laughing too, when he realized he had called the police! I showed him how to dial her number, again with out dialing the 9 first. LOL

I guess my dialing a '9 first indoctrination' got through!:)
 Poor guy had to be retrained!

Soon we won't have to return  him to the  nursing home and he can again be living where he has wonderful friends.

Notice the beautiful Wasatch mountains in the background.

Beth:-)