What a great picture of my Sweetie.
While I was looking for a picture of the day for Sweetie, this one just jumped at me. As my lady became a fine wine, she never lost that smile, those happy eyes, that joy of living life. This is how she lives in my heart forever.
End of life, such a euphemism for death and at the same time, both mean the same. Isn't death the end of life. Or is it? When my Sweetie is gone, she won't be, because she will live on in my heart and mind. The reason I bring this up, is because we are having a meeting this morning with a representative about that event we all must go through. What to do when the person is no longer living in its shell? The life long questions about how we want our finial social event to be like.
I've said that I believe Sweetie won't last the year, and why wait. Just another hurtle to get over. I feel that getting all of this arranged now will remove that which has to be done anyway. Like pieces on a chess board, I've already begun the process of what can no longer be avoided.
Yesterday, I was talking with on old friend and he commented after see Sweetie for the first time in months, on how much she has aged. His comment startled me. Because I see her everyday, I don't notice those things. But on being made aware of them, I could see what he saw. Sweetie is like a sponge with life being squeezed out of her.
We had another pearl day. One of the things I'm changing is her meal schedule, the amount she eats. If I push breakfast and lunch too close together, she has a problem with dinner. So, instead of not feeding her, cut the amount of food I give her. I know when she is hungry by the way she eats. The less hungry, the more getting up from the table. So, I'm trying to feed her accordingly by adjusting her portions.
Wondering what we have instore for us today. Driver has a full tank, and we're off. I think I'll just sit, listen and watch. The Road to Dementia Town is rising up to meet us, as we travel with our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.
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