When
he was in a nursing home, I would frequently take my dad out for car drives.
Most of the time he would just fall asleep, but that was OK. For a while he
would be back out in the world and away from the dreariness of Country Crest. It
was nice that we live in a relatively rural area, so it was easy to just
meander around. Go past fields with horses. Little country roads. I wouldn’t
have a set route but would try to vary it a bit. Several places had landmarks
that I could point out to Dad. A really unusual bird house. A house with a lot
of lovely stone work on the front. Going up to Kelly Ridge and finding deer.
Just tootling along. Not a lot of talking. I’d keep the drive to about a half
hour and then head back to Country Crest.
After
he died I found that I missed those meandering drives. It’s really not that
much fun when you’re alone. I’ve never been one to drive just for the pleasure
of driving. I did enjoy the drives with Dad, though.