Moving On

Dad has been in a Care Home for about six months now, and in a place which he hated with a vengeance. In his mind he should still be allowed the freedom to come and go as he pleases and live independently, although these days are long gone now. However, the place he has been living is more than a tad depressing for someone like him who, for a good part of the time, is active on his feet and is able to have a reasonably sensible conversation. The good times are really good, but the bad times are dreadful for everyone.

Social Services had to intervene when he became quite suicidal at times and his frustration was being expressed with some fairly violent outbursts. He had high hopes of moving into the ex-servicemen's place at Erskine, but they eventually decided he wouldn't fit in there and we had to look elsewhere. After weeks of  messing around Social Work have finally found him a new place in a Council run home in Dalmuir. I move him in tomorrow, and wonder how long it will be before he is desperately unhappy again. He's basically been so angry since my mum died ten years ago. That wasn't how it was supposed to be, and really, he's been wanting to die for all that time. However, some better stimulation may lift him out of the pit for a wee while at least.

So, prayers please, that he'll be happier and more content in this new setting. It would be the greatest Christmas Blessing that our family could wish for.