Sunday, September 10, 2011
I woke up slowly. Light was streaming in, and I could hear water in the background. The Benedick's went to the same church as us, but we hadn't gone because we didn't want to take the chance of Dad being there. I don't remember what I did this day, but I remember hanging out with Beatrice, and just having a normal day.
But life continued.
Grandpa and Grandma spent the day with dad, and made him take a diabetes test. It came back positive. They realized there was something wrong with him. He had slurred speech, taking too much time on one thing, not remembering things they had just said. He also didn't eat.
This day is a bit of a blur to me, but I associate it with something nice. Soft.
Thank God for those pleasant days.