Yeah, I'm sure Dad would like to see the ocean again. He's the one who taught me how to surf. It did me a world of good Monday to just sit there on the sea wall and contemplate the breakers.
The pattern around here seems to be settling into breakfast about 9 or 10, read the paper, take a nap, get up have a little snack like yogurt and berries while reading the same paper again, take another nap, get up in time for dinner, watch the newshour and fall asleep halfway through (7:30ish). Rinse. Repeat.
I know that, when the time comes, I would like to take my Dad's ashes out for a swim with me so that he can ride one last wave. Probably totally illegal but I really don't think the Pacific Ocean would mind.
I will try to find some time when he has the energy between now and then to give him a chance to feel the sea air.