Corvette.

My lady and my queen.

Something to share that is totally off subject. Before I retired, I wanted a Corvette. So, after I retired, I went out and found Tweetie. Well, now if you don't know, Chevrolet has come out with a new C8 Corvette. I want one. And it so happens that if all goes well, I'll be able to get one next year. The sad part is, I'm going to wait until Sweetie goes home. She doesn't like getting in out of Tweetie so we don't take her out much these days. That is why I wait.

Tweetie.

Live for today, plan for tomorrow, and hope should be part of both. That is how I try to look at things. I hope everyday that I can wake Sweetie up and I hope everyday she is as safe and warm that I can make her. I hope that tomorrow brings hope for that day. 

Thursday

It was a good wake up. She was smiling when I walked into the room. That is one of my joyful moments, her smiling at me. Normally it means a good morning for both of us. I was premature in my estimation of the morning. When I got her up, she started slapping my hands away, and was just grumpy. (Where did Snow White go?) That is when I found out just how important bananas are in her cereal. She kept looking for them, and wouldn't eat her cereal. 

That reminds me. Eating. When we started down this road, eating was a big issue. Special foods, red dishes, all the ins and outs of getting our love ones to eat. I fell into that trap too. After these past years, I've come to a conclusion about what Sweetie will or won't do. Eating is one of them. If she doesn't eat, she doesn't eat. 

In my attempt to understand this disease, I've come to the conclusion that any disease is like a parasite living in a host. The parasite will end up killing the host unless removed. Dementia is a mental parasite, and is killing Sweetie's brain, which in turn will kill Sweetie. 

Why prolong the time she has left? I know that there isn't anything that is going to bring my wife back to where she was 1, 5 or 10 years ago, so I'm just letting nature take its course. The more I struggle, the more I hold on, the harder it will be let her go when she is gone. 

I want those sweet memories to be there for me, not the sour memories. I talk about getting a new Corvette, and if your shocked, sorry. For when I get it, I can thank Sweetie for it. Every time I get in it and drive, she will be there with me. I couldn't do it without the time I needed to be spent on caring for her. 

 A new car, Driver smiles. It is all within His ability to do things for me and Sweetie. Is there anything too hard for my Driver to do? It is like the day on the road with Him, I never know where we are going, it is just into the sunrise, and we finish at sunset. What happens in between are the Easter Eggs awaiting for me to find. Smile and wave as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya and God Bless.