A head knock, a kiss...

The Beach, her favorite place in the world.

Yesterday, Sweetie was welcoming you to her Navy past. This morning, to her most favorite place in the world, the beach. Born in Pensacola, then a long assignment to Hawaii, and stops in-between, the ocean has always been a big part of her life. 

The edge of the continent she would tell me when we stood where the water and the sand would come together. Prospective is such a teacher. All my life, until I met Sweetie, my prospective of the beach was, well, the beach. By describing the beach in those terms, caused pause to think, yes, she is right. For where the land ends, and the water begins changes everything. 

Dementia changes everything, and then again, everyday, everything changes. No one day is like today. No matter how much I want today to be like yesterday, I cannot make it so. For each day, Dementia takes more and more of Sweetie's mind, and each day I loose more and more of her. It isn't something you can measure, it is just the feeling that she isn't all there from yesterday. It could be her emotions, her attitude, so many untouchable things, that add up to less of her. Like a flower that buds, then blooms, and is wonderful to see, touch, and smell. Then the fading begins. Life is like that and so it goes. 

Our life together is something that I know is precious, and I want to protect her as much as possible. Ran into a lady that to me, she is a pebble in the shoe. She just doesn't understand what is going on with Sweetie. She knows that we are going through this time, and at the same time, she just doesn't grasp what we are going through. Because of her, I have come to realize just how protective I am of Sweetie, as it should be. 

Had to put her in the shower to wash her bottom. She has been complaining that when I wipe her, it hurts. Upon inspection, she is bright red. Diaper rash and the lotion was upstairs. So, we washed her privates, and put her to bed. I'm doing it again, and this time, I have the A&D to put on her. It is a never ending story. If is isn't eating, its sleeping, or a diaper rash, like I said, today will not be like yesterday, and sometimes I'm so glad yesterday is gone. To quote an old Beatle song.

All in all, we ended the day on the couch, with me telling Sweetie that I had a good day with her. We smiled as each other, did a head knock, a kiss, and just relaxed and enjoyed the evening. 

 

Driver knows that I cannot live in yesterdays, for the dawn is coming, and a new blank page is yet to be written on. He has pen and paper ready to record the day. He won't share anything until the day is done. That is what it is like as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.