76th Birthday.

Happy Birthday Sweetie.

I thought it was going to be a stressful day, with her birthday and all. I must say, that it wasn't. I had a good day, and so did Sweetie. I tried to get her up, and she just wasn't having any part of it. So, I gave her a dose, and let her go back to sleep. When I did get her up, we showered and got her going. 

Dressed and out for breakfast. I put some Milk of Magnesium, just a teaspoon, in her insure, and she drank it without complaint. I had given her some the day before, and there was evidence that it was working. None for today, don't want the opposite reaction. 

In yesterday's mail, she received cards from family and friends. I read them to her. There was one I want to share with you what her cousin wrote:

A birthday of memories.

    Remember when we rode horses to the             Coast?

    Remember the Tellamuck Cheese Factory?

    Remember Shore Acres with our friend             Linda?

    Remember "The Adobe"? Swimming in the         pool? 

    Remember making your mom's homemade         donuts & watching football?

    Remember Family Dinners & eating "roly-            poly" rolls? We laughed our heads off while      gobbling them down!

    Remember our trip to Yuba City to visit             Grandma?

    Remember our family vacation in the '51            Chevy? 

    I hope this year will crate another beautiful     memory!

As I read this to her, there was an emptiness in her eyes, and a tear in mine, as not knowing any of those things. The horse back riding, I remember, for she did it when we vacationed in Oregon. They rode, I went fishing. I'm going to write her and let her know how thankful I was to read those memories.   

I've come to the conclusion that Sweetie's swoons are mini strokes. Like much of the information on the web, you have to piece together the information so it can apply to what I'm looking for. Just like talking to a doctor, it can be this or that or any combination of the systems. I'm keep track of when they happen, so we will know. Just what it will mean, I don't know. 

Last evening, the youngest daughter came over for dinner and birthday cake. Sweetie just lite up and almost cried when she saw her. It was as if she hadn't seen her in forever. They went to the couch, and just adorned each other while I did the cooking. 

It was during dinner, Sweetie got up, walked around, and then went to bed. Daughter and I sat and talked. I told her how happy I was that she came over. I didn't want to be alone on Sweetie's birthday. She told me how hard it is on her, because she felt that her mom was her best friend, and watching her, knowing how it is all going to end, is hard. 

Her father passed away from Lou Gehrig's disease 10 years ago, and now her mom. Before she left, we are going to try to get together, at least, once a month for dinner. It was so good to have conversation during and after dinner. 

Driver has shown me, not to be angry with Sweetie's kids, for they have their own road to travel. Last night was a short time when our paths merged together for a short while. It was what we both needed. Driver smiles, I smiled, and so did the daughter. That for a short time we were all together on the Road to Dementia Town, and there was an extra shine on the Shiny Side. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.