Turn around.

Grandma and her boys.

How time flies. As of now, #2 grandson is taller than grandma, #3 is as tall as grandma, and #4 about chest high. It seems that as soon as they can breath air, they are sprouting like nothing can compare. 

As I'm writing this, a song comes to mind. Its "Turn around" by The Kingston Trio. I don't know why, it touched me. I googled it and listened and teared up. The song is about life, and it seems so short. Turn around, and you're 3, Turn around and your a young wife with babes of her own. 

It is for me, when I turn around, Sweetie is heading out that door. She is leaving me and her family and her little ones. It is a message that I know so well. It is a grasping of love that is so fleeting, yet so permanent in my heart and mind. I grab to hold on to Sweetie, to hold her near, to love her, and yet she is ever so slightly, moving away. Those times where CBD and Stress Relief Lotion are being used more and more, and the joy of their effects is getting less and less. 

She is starting to wander around the house, stopping to look at the pictures on the wall. When I tell her who they are, she smiles, and agrees. I've decided to let her go outside when she reaches the front door. Might as well. As long as she isn't walking with Mr. Sundowner, it will do us both some good to get out of the house. 

As the weather turns from autumn to winter, and the simple fact that Dementia doesn't like the cold, our walking days will soon draw to an end. We are back in lock down, and with the malls and golf courses closing, walks around the neighborhood are back on the schedule.

 Fixed a small pot roast for dinner, last night. Wrapped it in foil, and cooked it at 250 degrees for about 6 hours. Mash potatoes, with their skins on, and mixed veggies. Gave Sweetie more meat then normal, and with some encouragement, she cleaned her plate. She is still telling me she doesn't know what she is doing, I have to tell her to put the food in her mouth and eat it. She then watches me, and copies me. 

Reminds me of when my girls were little, and how they watched every move I made, copy cats they were. The difference is Sweetie is going in reverse. For the day is coming when she won't know what a spoon or fork is for and I will have to feed her. 

One of the things about being on this road is that it is one way, I can't turn around. Driver knows that, and He is here with me. Got a box of tissues, and cassette tape of Oldies, as we drive this road. Knowing that memories are precious, that will bring tears, the tissues. The music does both, tears and smiles. Smiles and miles as we travel the Road to Dementia Town. Driver, me and you. Thanks for joining us this day, as we motor on down the Road to Dementia Town, as always, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.