Love is the answer.

Knott's 2017

Back to us. Is it hard not wanting something to be the best it could be? I've written that what we have today is the best is will ever be. 

There are the simple things that I can find some joy in, like getting Sweetie to take her shoes off before climbing into bed. Or, sitting her down on the potty, and while there she does her thing. It is like the time when you potty train a child, but for her, it is just being at the right place at the right time. She has no idea of what she did, or why, she just knows I'm happy with her. 

March 1st already, and that idea of where did the first two months go? It is one day at a time, and if it wasn't for some calendars, I wouldn't know what day of the week it is. For they all blur into the same thing, day in and day out. 

I'm hoping that today, her emotional memory is realigned. After Friday's dinner with her daughter and friend, we spend the weekend adjusting to her safe place being assaulted. 

One of he good things about that evening, was a discussion about what my plans were for Sweetie when she passes. I told her about hospice, and having her cremated, and taking her to California, getting her brothers together to spread her ashes in the sea. She told me she wanted to go with me, she wants to be there. To say goodbye. Makes me happy and sad at the same time. 

We had a good day yesterday. Sweetie got up, and watched church with me. She liked one of the preacher, and made it known to me. She points and smiles now. Her vocabulary is mostly made up words, so it is her eyes, smile, and pointing that gets the message to me. 

One of the points I found on Careblazer's was my physical, facial, vocal response is critical for her. A soft voice, a smiling face, bright eyes are the ques for her. She may not understand, but she can see and hear love and safety in the way I express myself. Good to know, I've been doing the right thing most of the time. The rule: Cause no harm, is most effective. Also it is Dementia, not Sweetie helps too. 

My Driver is the constant reminder that Love is the answer to all my question, complaints, and understanding. Love is not so proud, it doesn't scorn. Love is so understanding that it smiles when nothing else will. Love is the life I have with Sweetie, as we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny love side up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.