Dementia, just a word.

Took her to see the Lion King play.

Years back, when the Broadway hit, "The Lion King." was at Pope Joy, Albuquerque's big time theater, I got us tickets for a matinee. Sweetie still had enough mental reasoning to understand where we were going and what we were seeing. Of course this is now just another room in my Sweetie's Memory Library.

When I visit the library, it brings back those times when we were just people. When we had been married for so long, that we had blended into one person. We didn't have to try to be happy, it was easy just to be happy. Having shared so many years together, knowing each other's moods, her likes and dislikes, and getting ready to spend our sunset days together.

Dementia was just a word, something that happened to others, not us. Sweetie retired when she turned 65, because for a year, she slowly kept forgetting how to do important things, job requirements, to the point she felt she could no longer do her job. That was our first indication that something wasn't right. It was 2 years later, we went for test, and that is when our world turned upside down. 

We will never right this ship that we are on, floating on the ocean of life, for there is only one port available for us. I know where it is, but right now it is only a location on our life's map. It is still below the horizon and out of sight. Still, I know it is there and will, in its own timing, show up. 

Until that day, until that time when our port of call is in sight, I'll be with my Driver, as we motor down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. Of all the choices I have, this is the best one. If you agree, come join us as you travel down your Road to Dementia Town, Keeping your Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Love ya, and God Bless.