Razzle Dazzle

I just woke up. Fixing my coffee in a foggy haze wondering why it was so dark outside still. Rowan and Alex, her boyfriend, reminded me it is only Saturday night and I don’t need to be heading to the hospital just yet.

Oh.

My father has been secured in the psychiatric ward in Springfield. He’s safe. He still has not gone to bed since I had him transported there at 4:30 A.M. on Thursday morning. Thursday right? I don’t even know anymore.

Joe is doped up on Hydrocodone and for the most part, he’s amazingly still “there”. Although he did tell me he wants to be a leprechaun at one point. This morning when the alarm went off at 4:00 screaming at me that it was time for another side dish of pain killers, he laid there in silence. Silence. I didn’t stir at first until he startled me with a loud “RAZZLE DAZZLE “. I couldn’t even chuckle, but I did so quietly in my mind.

The day is starting to come back to me now.  I know that my father refused my visit. I know that the nurse told me on the phone that he won’t sleep. I know that I am feeling more at peace now than I was just a few days ago.

To quote my father during his mania, “am I being clear, am I being concise, do you see my comma in my sentence? Do you understand me? Do you know who I am? Do you want to know the truth? Back to the comma… Back to the comma, back to the comma…”

Dad never finished his sentence.

I am now off to grab 6 boys and let them have some fun. Because fun is what life should be about.

FUN- back to the comma, may peace be with you this evening wherever you are.

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