Life has a funny way of altering plans. I normally visit my father on Thursdays. Due to my upcoming trip to Paris, I was visiting on a Tuesday instead. As the day passed, multiple events led to a trip to the emergency room. At 2:30 am, Dad was admitted to the hospital. Three days later, I sketched him as we waited for him to be transported to a rehab facility to regain his strength. A common cold stripped him of his ability to walk and to get up out of chair. Due to his severe dementia, he forgets that he is weak and unable to stand on his own. I’m fortunate that my sister, Anna, will be with him while I’m away. I know, when I return, he won’t remember that I’ve been gone. I’m relieved that he is in good hands and in a wonderful facility where his opportunities for falling are minimized.