I Don't Visit on Weekends

My sister said he was still in bed when she went to see him Saturday afternoon. He really loves to see her, but he didn't rally himself to have a conversation. That is so sad because it shows that he's depressed. He is a person who loves to talk. He will relish some juicy tidbit of gossip about someone in the family. He loves to joke about some of the romantic relationships that my brothers or sister or his grandchildren are involved in. With a large family like ours, there is always family gossip to hash over.

I don't think anyone went to visit him on Sunday. We had a family birthday party, so the family was all there. Whether or not Dad knew that no one was there is something I wonder about. How did he spend the day?

He says that so many thoughts come and go. He will say that he's only a shell of what he was and he can only get through the day by talking to himself, using all his philosophical resources. I know it must be terrible because he is not senile. He knows that he's going to probably die there without ever walking out of there again. That does suck.