Joyous Memories.

A memory of better days. 

I loved and miss those days. The pre Dementia and Pandemic days. Sometimes, I see these pictures and see just how far we have come. Sweetie hasn't lost her smile or those wonderful blue eyes, that twinkly and shine at times as she looks lovingly at me. 

As we were putting away her sweatshirt after a our outing. I remembered that it was July, 2017 on the flight home from Oahu, that we made a stop over to Maui. We off loaded and walked about (we can say we have been to Maui). Found her a light sweatshirt to wear on the plane home. That was almost 4 years ago. I put it on her almost everyday, and by doing that, that memory stays alive. It is stretched and shabby and alive with the past love moments that can never be taken away. It's been washed, stitched when the hems come apart, and I have to help her put the zipper together so she can zip it close. I don't think I'll ever let it go. 

Wednesday 

Sweetie is getting used to her morning shower. She doesn't fight me as much, and with warm water, softly flowing on her, and with me talking softly and sweetly to her. Letting her know what I'm doing and tell her that it is alright for me to wash her. Whether she understands or not, I tell her how much better she is when I wash her bottom. Soft, gentle, and slowly washing her privates, she understands. 

We've slept on two pillows for years and because she has been moving more and more to the edge of the bed. I thought I'd try removing one of the pillows, for both of us, and see if it helps. It does. She doesn't move off the pillow and to the edge, and she isn't hurting as much when I get her out of bed. Now to see if it helps in the long run. 

Came home to a message on the phone about a medical billing and Medicare. Upon investigation, the home hospice visit and evaluation of Sweetie, Medicare rejected. It seems that Medicare thinks Sweetie is still covered by my employer's insurance from when I was still working. 

After calling Medicare and was told to mail into an office, her POA with the rest of the story and they will take care of it. In what century? So, I'm going to make an appointment to go to the Social Security office, and get it done in person. Otherwise, the possibility of this becoming a marathon back and forth, writing this and that, has a good chance of happening. Face to face works best. Questions asked and answered then, not 3 weeks later. 

We're heading over to the boy's home for lunch today. Taking KFC for us, DIL is baking a anniversary cake, also, for us, and we will celebrate our wedding anniversary's together. Hoping to have a fun time, take some pictures, and make some memories. 

Memories that we have and what Driver tells us that we should cherish them. They are the fabric for which we use to cloth ourselves with in times of sorrow. Joyous memories can brighten the darkest day. He will make sure we see the beauty of the day, helps me find the Easter Eggs hidden in those sad times. For there are days when those memories are needed more others. As we travel down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.