Visiting Dad

My father moved into an assisted living center 5 months ago. I live about 15 minutes away, so I visit him several times each week. This morning my niece Shannon came with me to visit my father.

Dad has adjusted well to his new home and new daily routines. While most residents in assisted leaving are desperate for friends or family to take them on outings to break up the daily routine of life in the assisted living facility, my father loves the daily routine of assisted living. Dad prefers to not leave the assisted living facility. He enjoys a rigid routine and loathes spontaneity and surprises, so Dad is the exception and not the rule.

My father and my niece Shannon are enjoying the fresh air and sunshine in the courtyard at Dad’s assisted living residence.

We spent most of this morning’s visit outside, in the facility’s courtyard, because we had sunny 70 degree weather. My father gets uncomfortably cold quite easily but that wasn’t a concern today. I prefer to spend time with him in the public areas of the assisting living center, instead of spending my visit in his room. A visit in his room usually results in me watching him watch television.