The future is now a thief.

We were watching balloons from the Fiesta.

She still has the Maui sweatshirt and Angel cap. What she doesn't have are the memories of this picture, of the Balloon Fiesta and the fun we had chasing the balloons as they flew overhead. When I see her in these pictures, I can judge just how she far she has gone down the Road to Dementia Town. 

She is now a shadow of who she was. Her face in now drawn and her cheeks are drawn. It seems that no matter how much I feed her, she just doesn't have the get up and go, for it seem that it has gotten up and gone. I know I'm not telling anyone who reads this anything new. 

When we were younger, a year seem like forever. As adults, we could start seeing that a year was a period of days, weeks and months, and we could plan events, trips, ceremonies into the future. Now, I look more back then ahead. For yesterday are where the memories live, yesterday is where my Sweetie is healthy, talkative, moving, dancing in the kitchen, being naughty in the shower, those times are the joyous times, for the future isn't bright anymore. The future is now a thief, taking my Sweetie further and further away from me. 

My Driver understands. For He holds the future in His hands, and I draw comfort that in His future, Sweetie will be the lover of my soul that she is, and she will be whole. When I get in, I let His presents wash over me and we drive. Driving down the Road to Dementia Town, and He makes sure that we Keep our Shiny Side Up, which makes me smile. I hope your Shiny Side is Up as you get your smiles and miles as you travel with us, down the Road to Dementia Town. C'ya, Love Ya and God Bless.