Time passages

It’s daylight savings time again. We’ve had gorgeous weather.

Lately this has been a stressful day. Dad always knew exactly what time it was (a gift he passed on to me and HL, incidentally), but as his time sense eroded post-stroke, he started assembling clocks to reassure himself. The house had eight clocks in sight lines of his favorite place to sit in the living room; his bedroom had four. Some were gauged to change themselves on their own, but others had to be physically changed. So the changeover day was always filled with anxiety until all of them had changed or been changed. He moved five into assisted living with him.

In the end, no one is anxious about changing the clocks today. Dad died about two weeks ago; the funeral was a week ago; Friday was the inurnment with military honors.

~ by Servetus on November 7, 2021.