Today was rough. Dad was in a horrible mood when I arrived at the nursing home. I brought him his traditional bananas, diet Pepsi and Reese cups, and he still was just not happy. He laid in bed for most of my visit, not wanting to go for a walk or for me to push him in his wheelchair. Perhaps the most uncharacteristic thing he did today though was strike out at Fenna and yell at her. I quickly told him to stop being mean to the dog and explained to him that I would not bring her over to visit again if he was going to strike at her. He told me he didn't care, exclaiming that he hated all animals. This is so far from who he really is. He LOVES animals and would not strike an animal if he had to when he is in his right mind!
Fenna actually handled my father's outburst better than I did. It was as if she knew that something was off with him today. She quickly dodged him when he yelled at her, and she looked at him confused for half a minute, but came right back and laid down at the foot of the bed on the floor. She was quiet and watched him, but was unaffected and willing to forgive him.
I'm praying this is not a trend. I didn't know the man I saw today.
He was not my "dad".