Don't worry.

Us. 

Us, as we were. Tucson 2012, 9 years ago, we were happy, life was going good. We were starting to look forward to retirement. How things have changed. 

We had talked about selling everything, buying a motor home, driving across the land. Going places, doing things, and just enjoy. Thought of becoming a snowbird and spending summers on the Oregon coast as a lighthouse keepers. Stuff like that. Those old dreams of being grandparents to our grandkids. God had different plans for us. 

That went to hell in a handbasket when Sweetie started down this path, which turned into a walkway, and is now a highway. It was my turn to be her caregiver. It meant that I was to be living a few years of dedicating all of my attention to her. Pouring out love that I didn't know I had for her. 

Sure, we get out to the golf course, to the zoo, to do some shopping and to see our grandsons. It isn't what we imagined we would be doing in this, our golden years of life. Can anyone live a planned life? I would like to think of what our lives would be like if Dementia hadn't moved in. 

I was different from Sweetie as far as activities went. I was on the go, golf, baseball games, hiking trips, fishing trips, go, go, go. She was the on who would want to stay home, be a homebody, work in the garden, in the yards, and read. 

So, in reality, Dementia is a blessing for both of us. I still get to do some of the activities I enjoy, and she, well, she gets to do what Dementia allows her to do. Which for me, is fine. I know her limits, and work with what we have. You know, the pandemic has made our choices simple, because of what we can't do, we choose from what we have. 

Yesterday was another pearl on the string day. Sweetie was up earlier than normal, and so we had more time to kill. Did get out and play some golf, for the weather is starting to warm, and as long as I dress her right, she enjoys her time outside.

One of the things that I am grateful for, is that she isn't always heading for the front door, to get out and wander, to look for "The Boys". She will go to the window and look, then back to the living room, and hall. Like a caged animal, pacing back a forth. She does that more and more when I'm not sitting with her on the couch, waiting for me to finish whatever I'm doing so she can join me there. 

Don't worry, as long as she isn't hurting herself, she is doing fine. That is the message Driver is sending me. Relax, make sure she is safe, warm, and fed. I'll do the rest. Turn it all over to me and find peace. He tells me that almost everyday, and like a moth heading for a flame, I need to hear it more these days. For I am nothing without Him. As we barrel down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.