What a nice weekend. While he was there he was able to visit with his dad three times. The first time his dad seemed really out of it, but the second time he was much more alert. He even accepted Mark's challenge to play "Mercy" with his big strong "milking cow" hands. They both burst into spontaneous laughter. Mark's brother and sister said that was the first time they've seen him laugh in years. The last visit with his dad Mark went on Sunday and he went on his own, and this one was the most significant. Mark's dad was resting in his room when Mark came in and got him up. He was very congnitive of his surroundings and his feeings. He told Mark he didn't enjoy living there. He knew who he was and who Mark was. He was sad because he feels he can't do anything anymore. He told Mark he was frustrated and depressed with his current circumstances. He was acutely aware of his present condition. At no time in the past four years has Mark's dad been this in-tune with the present. It was a gift for Mark to connect with him.
On Monday Mark was back in San Jose, CA for the following week. He had hoped to come back Friday, but there was just too much work to get done, so he couldn't return until Saturday morning.
It was great to have him back, but the timing made things a bit difficult for Betsy. Robert had a 9:00 am Futsal game at Tom Sawyer … Mark's flight got in at 9:35 … but then Robert had a basketball game at 11:00 out at St. Francis. Things didn't go in our favor - Robert's game started late - so I had to pull him during the 3rd quarter (sorry). We made it to the airport - got Mark and made it to the basketball game in time for warm ups.
It is great to have him back. He was gone so long we had gotten used to him being gone. Devon and Marissa were so shocked (they didn't remember he was coming home) when I brought him home after Robert's game (around 12:30).
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