Her anchor.

Sweetie with youngest daughter.

Sometimes I just wonder what each day is going to be like, compared to the day we just had. I know that each day is new and special. I keep wanting to hold on to yesterday, as far as what Sweetie knows and does. Then again, I know that there isn't anything that will be the same today that was yesterday. 

When it is just the two of us, that is when Sweetie is her best. She has made it know that I am her security blanket, she follows me everywhere, more so now, then just a few months ago. She seems to panic when I get up and move, like a pet, she watches me, and when she cannot see me, she is up looking for me. 

Years ago, when I first joined the support group, it was pointed out, you can't leave them along. They don't know what their are doing, and can harm themselves or the house. I feel very fortunate that Sweetie doesn't get into things, she just wants to get out of the house. Not so much with me, but when I leave her with a sitter. I think it is a crazy urge to find me, and because I'm not in the house, I have to be outside somewhere. 

I told you that I'm going to bed with her and how good it is for both of us. I can feel her moving around, shifting, tucking in the blanket, just a general uneasiness. I'll reach over and hold her hand, and she settles right down. I know that I'm her anchor to what bit of sanity she has left, and I'm happy. 

Speaking of anchors, you know that my Driver is my anchor. For He holds me steadfast, though I may drift, He is there making sure I don't drift too far. Ever see a race car drift? The front wheels turn into the skid, and the back goes the opposite way. When I'm in the car with my Driver, even if the car skids, I know He is in control, turning into the right direction. Scary and fun at the same time. All the while, Keeping our Shiny Side Up, and we drive down the Road to Dementia Town. Want race? Just Keep your Shiny Side Up, and we're off, racing down the Road to Dementia Town. C'ya, Love Ya, and God Bless.