This one made me cry. Can you find the place?

A lighthouse, one of Sweetie's passion. 

As far as I can tell, it's a rainy morning. I'm down here in my "Man Cave" wondering what will come our way today?

Sweetie doesn't do well in the rain. Almost the same reaction when we shower. Getting wet can best be described, to use a visual, as the Wicked Witch of the West, having water poured on her. A little dramatic, but the reaction is about the same. 

For whatever the reason, the movie "Casablanca" and the line "Of all the gin joints, in all the towns, in all the world, she walks into mine." That is how I feel about my Sweetie and Dementia. Of all the diseases that are in the world, Dementia walked into Sweetie, and here we are. 

I have friends that have lost love ones to different diseases, lost children to leukemia, to auto accidents, and one lady who lost her husband to Alzheimer's. Dementia/Alzheimer's to me would be the last disease I would choose, if I had the choice to make. Unlike a automobile accident, it isn't a quick surprise, and like so many diseases today, there are either cures, or possible remissions. With this nasty friend, the Eddie Haskell of diseases, that has no cure, for it only elongates the suffering and it draws you into the hope that there might be something out there on the horizon that will open the door to either bring it to a stop, or back to some recovery. 

To say, so and so had a good life, they passed away at, say, over 80 years of age. For the person who doesn't know that for the past 10 15 or even 20 years, that person was walking around in a cave that kept getting darker and darker. And I was the one holding her hand for all those years. Learning what it is like, if only from the outside in, to have to walk that same path day after day, not knowing that she was just there just 24 hours ago. 

In my meetings, those that know Sweetie and what we are going through, tell me I'm such a good man, that she is lucky to have someone like me taking care of her. But DAMN IT, I don't want to be that person, I want my Sweetie back. I want that life we had talked about, the trips we had planned, and just the sitting around as old retired couples do. 

Now with the Wuhan Virus, or if you prefer, the Coronavirus, is now putting in jeopardy my plans for April. If the facility closes until the crisis is over, I will have to cancel my plans. There is no way that I'll take Sweetie on a cross country trip like the one I'm planning. Right now, there are mixed reports coming in from all over the world and some are good, and some are not so good. I just have to put all my trust into my Driver's hands. 

Speaking of my Driver, He's at the door, with an umbrella in hand. It is still rainy, and after He put all that effort into keeping the car shiny. He says it doesn't matter, its so clean, waxed up and shiny, that the rain will just run right off and we'll still be as we should be. Driving the Road to Dementia Town, with our Shiny Side Up. Don't forget to use your windshield wipers as you travel down your road, keeping your Shiny Side Up too. God Bless.