Memories.

Her smile.

I went to the blog records to pick out a picture for today. To my amazement, looking at all the pictures I've used, to see them one after another, to see her smile, one after another, that smile, her face, her eyes, I couldn't help myself but to fall in love with her all over again. 

This one, with the Angel hat, and Maui sweatshirt are still what she wears when we go out. The condition of that sweatshirt, the faded colors, the loose fitting sleeves, show the age and wear of it, but it is hers. I dress her in it, for it reminds me of better times, of who she was and what we did as a couple. 

If living in the past will get me through the present, and future, then I'll do that. We have been in the house now for 25 years. I cannot go into any room with out being flooded with memories. There are pictures, there are items from our lives spent together. We have mementoes from before we were we. there are pieces of life before we lived here and the things of today. Memories so thick, I could almost swat them away like flies, but I don't. I let them come and land, stay awhile, then go. 

Each day when we are together, is another memory fly, that will come around buzzing in my ear, just to remind me of one more day with my love, my friend, my Sweetie. 

I have to thank my Driver for providing me with these reminders, and how we keep them with us. As we drive, we watch the road, and with it, the windshield gets dirty with smashed bugs. Are those the ones that need to be removed from my memory? And only the good ones make it in the car with us, for just a short while? Ever noticed how when a bug gets into the car, and you open a window to get it out, it won't go? Good memories are like that, that won't go until it is time for them to go out the window. We relax, sit back, and watch the trees and telephone poles go bye, as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.