Pearls being strung together.

She still wears both sweatshirt 

and hat.

I look at these pictures and say to myself, "Isn't she a beauty?" She is, what a prize she is. If you can imagine, I have a room full of pictures, and the ones I look at the most are of her. I have a nude of her hidden in this room. I will now and then look at her, and remember what a great lover I married. 

Like water going under a bridge, it moves on. She is no longer the naked woman in that picture, and I am no longer the man that made love to her. We both have changed. Life has done to us what it is suppose to do. We grow old, we move slower, we grown fat and content with life. 

There are times when I want to give her a loving embrace, a romantic touch, but I don't. She has long ago forgotten about physical love, and so it goes. Now is the time for the love that only God can give. The real love of caring for her. To show love by doing for her what she can no longer do for herself. 

We had another good day. Like pearls being strung together, making a neckless, they are coming together. These are the pearls that memories are made out of. I will put this pearl on the string and see how long the neckless gets. 

Strange day. It was cool, windy and beautiful at the same time. I tried to play some golf. To get out and be in the sunshine. It was too windy for her, the wind chill factor, so we went to the mall for a walk about. She is still a strong walker. So we made our rounds quickly, and went home. 

The evening went well, it was bed time that was difficult. Every time she went to bed, she got up a short time later. This went on for awhile, it wasn't until I turned off all the lights, sat and waited until I was sure she was asleep that I retired. It bothers me that she doesn't go to sleep soon after she lays down. I feel fortunate that she isn't getting up and heading out the door. It is like she is growing out of that phase of her Dementia, but then again, I maybe only fooling myself. 

Only my Driver knows for sure. I trust Him to keep both of us safe. He is our driver, and as His passengers, we listen, we watch, and learn when to brace ourselves for the next turn, bump, or off ramp that is coming our way, for there are many. As we ride with Him on the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.