2026-10-11, our apartment in Seattle, Sunday night
Right now: Dad's neurologist called Friday and I have not stopped thinking about Dayton since.
What happened
The Parkinson's is moving faster than they expected. Dr. Haddad said "two years before he needs daily help" the way you would say the weather. Mom says they are fine. Mom also said Dad fell on the porch steps in September and she did not tell me until yesterday.
Talked to Nate at dinner. He said he would come, which I did not expect, and then he said "but my job is here", which I did expect. He is not wrong. His job is here. Mine could be remote three days a week if Karen agrees, and she probably would.
What I keep thinking about
I keep making the list. For: Dad, Mom alone with Dad, the house is paid off, Nate's sister is in Columbus. Against: Nate's job, our friends, the fact that I left Dayton at 18 for a reason, and I am not sure the reason is gone. Every time I get to the end of the list I start again at the top, as if the list will change.
I think the real question is not whether to move. It is whether I can live with not moving if he gets worse fast. I wrote that and it is the first time today I felt something settle.
What I want to remember
- Dad on the phone Saturday, asking about the Mariners like nothing was happening.
- I am 34. He was 34 when he moved us to Dayton for Grandpa.