Some smooth and easy roads.

Sweetie and Bill. 

Not the most complementary picture of my Sweetie, then again, it shows her funny side. 

Sweetie used to tell stories that would keep me in stitches, laughing, until I couldn't breath. She was a funny lady. Sometimes I felt that she took pity on my and the rest of the women of the world by marring me. You know, take one for the team. Yet, I am the one that got the better part of the deal. When it was said about marriage, the better half, well she was the whole better part of this marriage. Now, as I look back, she is the one that made this whole thing work. 

July, 2016, that faithful month and year that we had her diagnosed. That will be 5 years ago in a couple of months. As we all know, that was just the confirmation of what I was suspecting. She was 71 and I was on the road to loosing her. 

Here we are 5 years later, and the difference is amazing. It could be depressing if I'd let it. I have chosen to let it be my mission to take care of her. To make sure she is safe, she is loved, and she is the most precious part of my life. 

Like that big lump of coal that we were given those years past is being compressed into the most wonderful diamond possible. To anyone just watching, they may never see what we are going through, and that is the way it should be. 

Yesterday was another pearl on the string day. I'm beginning to find the early up and cleaning routine is beneficial for both of us. I helps her gather her wits about her and she can then get started at her pace, not mine. Also, there is more time between breakfast and lunch, more balance if you like. And that means more pearls on the neckless. 

Looks like we're going to have some smooth and easy roads to travel for this part of the journey. Smooth asphalt, gentle hills, and rolling scenery as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, Driver, Sweetie and me, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.