Holding her hand.

One of our Easter mornings.

Isn't it bad enough with the pandemic, that social activities are out, that the family gatherings didn't happen. No Easter egg hunt for the kids, no great gatherings of the believers, and I'm just as guilty as the next guy, no Happy Easter greeting cards. 

It seems that the joy of high holy days have lost their joy. It just isn't the same.

Sunday

The day started as normal as could be. Sweetie greeted me with her smile, and mumbling a morning greeting in return. Then the need to get her out of bed, which used to be an ease, now becomes a struggle. Never knowing what to expect, I just adjust as we get going. So far, she is fairly easy to get her to do what we need to get done. 

Unlike yesterday, Sweetie put herself to bed at the end of the day, and I stayed up and watched some TV by myself. Not sure of how she would handle me sleeping with her, I optioned for the other bed. So far, it seemed to be the right choice. 

She now wanders around the house, will sit for a short time, sometimes letting me hold her hand, but most of the time, refusing to hold mine. 

The most interchange we have is either meal or bathroom. Meals are becoming more of a challenge, plus she is starting to eat with her fingers. On the list of things that indicate the progression of Dementia, the loss of the ability to use a fork or spoon is on the horizon. 

It seems that the Hemp Oil is starting to loose its effectiveness. I will continue to use it until the last day. I'm using it more each day, and the its duration of effectiveness is getting shorter and shorter. I use the length of time I can hold her hand while we sit as a measurement of its influencing her mental capacities. I'm holding her hand less and less these days. 

She has tried to get out of the house accouple of times, and so far she isn't strong enough to turn the door knob, with the childproof cover on it. So, I feel secure that she won't get out in the middle of the night. Best deterrent yet. 

Just wondering if we are going to speed up or slow down this part of our journey? Does it matter? Driver tells me that we will get there, when we get there. For it isn't for me to know the time or day when we arrive, just that we will. He understands, and tells me that His strength is more than enough for me to get through the days ahead. So it goes, as we drive down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.