Fragile.

As she is in my mind.

How could I not love this woman? This blog has made me remember that smile, those eyes that sparkle when she looks at me, her Love Eyes. 

I see eyes like those portrayed in computer generated movies, but never like hers. Still so expressive, such a delight to see and they are only for me. She doesn't have to say a word, her eyes says it all. 

Did some counseling at the VA yesterday, and I mentioned my blog. I was told how good it is for me to put down on paper (sort of speaking) the challenges of living with Sweetie and our traveling down to Dementia Town. I was encouraged to continue my self help posting. To keep my feeling of loss, of loneliness, to myself isn't good. I was told that I'm doing the best thing I could do for myself. 

Movies, did you ever think that a cartoon movie could be a bad thing to watch? For a person with Dementia, I'm finding this to be true. While looking for something to watch on the Disney channel, I thought the movie "Courage" would be OK. Man was I wrong. By the end of the movie, Sweetie was so distressed by what she was watching, and I was too thick to realize it. So, now I'm going to be more attentive to what we watch. Her mental health is really fragile, and it doesn't take much to turn it over. 

Just thankful that my Driver is here with us. For He can help me smooth out the wrinkles when I hit a bump in the Road to Dementia Town, as I try to Keep the Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.