Darkness of Sweetie's mind.

At Huntington Beach. 

I wonder just what Sweetie remembers? If she doesn't remember who I am, than who am I? I bear the gave responsibility of keeping our memories alive. That is why I post these pictures of us. 

We shared a life that was so full of wonders and delights. Doing somethings that others only dream about, and dreamt of things yet undone. This is the time we were going to do those things that had been planed and put into storage, just waiting to burst forth and do. Those times have died in the ever increasing darkness of Sweetie's mind. 

I live now in that cold place of "Yets". Things that were hoped to be, and now will never be. I will still, when the time is right, try to do some of those yets, and take her with me as a memory of what we were going to do. I, too, am old and gray, and I know, just like things that are too far on the horizon to see clearly, my end is coming. It is a reality that I must face, and do so with a clear mind that I have given all that I can to my Sweetie. 

She is getting weaker. In the morning, I have to help her out of bed. There are times when she will sit up, and then just fall back on the bed. We have a good routine going now. I'll sit on the end of the bed, and rub her feet until she awakes. Gently get her out of bed, into the bathroom, get her overnights off, a damp wet cloth to clean her up, sorta a sponge bath for the lower regions, front and back. New pullups, her pants for the day and then breakfast. Depending on the way she wakes up, Hemp oil is next. Then back upstairs for a shave, face wash, and sometimes brushing teeth. This all takes about an hour to accomplish and if the task isn't completed, try again tomorrow.  

Courage to do these things come from my Driver. He is there in the middle of it all of this. I know I couldn't do all these things without Him. I'm just not strong enough to carry on each and everyday. Then again, I do. Spending time with Him everyday as I turn control over and just sit and rest in the passenger seat, refreshing myself in His presence, as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town. Like pioneer's we travel together, caravanning together, to the same destination, keeping our Shiny Sides Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.