No matter how strongly I hold her.

Love Birds

From the time we married, there were days that seem like a struggle, and then there were times that flowed like a river, smooth as glass barley noticing any movement on the surface, but knowing that there was a flow that if you let it, it would take you far, far away from where you are. 

That is like it is with Sweetie and me. I'm on the bank of the river watching her walk into the water, and the power of the current pulling her away from me. No matter how strongly I hold her, wrap my arms around her, I can't save her. What is worse, is I can't go with her either. I can only be there, watching, and wondering when she will just give into Dementia and let go. 

Yesterday, was all in all a good day, we kept pretty busy. Walk in the morning, and mowing the lawns, then a drive. When we returned home, I didn't want to just sit for we had been in the car for about 2 hours. Went for a walk. Good and bad idea. We were on our way back home, when sundowners and heat hit her. And of course she wouldn't drink any water when I saw that she was failing. So, we sat in a shady spot as I tried to get her to drink water. We were blessed when a lady and her son saw us and that we were in distress and offered us a ride. As I was explaining what was happening, she said her mom was just starting down the same path. Told her about the blog, I hope she visits it. 

Sweetie went straight to bed when we got home. When she got up, she was her old self again. 

Gotta mention dinner. Last night, we had pasta and tomato and meat sauce and she barley ate any because it was too hot. Once bad, no matter what, it will be bad. So, I tried it again and instead of having everything steamy hot, it was just above room temperature, still warm enough to enjoy, and enjoy she did. To the point of having addition portion when she finished the first portion. Seconds, for her in a long, long time. 

Driver is here, and He is ready to get the ride going. Time to hit the Road to Dementia Town. Time for me to get so more rest and understanding for I never know what each day will bring. My Driver knows, but He is so closed mouth about the future, He just tells me to trust, because He is in the driver's seat. And I do, so off we go, me, in the passenger's seat, wearing my cool sunglasses, and my Driver watching the road, slowing down for the dear to cross, and missing the pot holes as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. Just let you know, there are dear out there, so keep an eye out for them, as you too, head down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping your Shiny Side Up. Take Care, Love Ya, and God Bless.