I did. He complained the entire time about the truck and that I didn’t take the BMW while I was trying to figure out what BMW he was talking about. Explaining that I had never owned a BMW didn’t seem to be working at all.
Not the best trip I have ever dreamed about.
It must have been your Grandad’s BMW. It was nice, although he won’t be buried with it as he had planned: too expensive. Mom sold it when he couldn’t drive anymore.
Dad moved into the “Memory Care” unit, next to Freedom Point, this week. Mom couldn’t watch him all the time anymore: she needs to sleep. She got him a plush cat, and he can visit Polly and also Mary’s cat. Mary has the Jaguar, as well as a nice cat.
They are kinda small but BMW makes trucks.