Loving her all the more.

Soulmates 

Have you ever had friends that are just that, friends for life? There isn't anything special about them and at the same time, they are so special that words cannot describe them. This couple and us have been attached at the heart from the first day we met them. When most people move away, the friendship will wilt because of the distance. With these two, it has grown stronger each day. When I talk with Jack, I can empty my heart of its acks, and have it be refilled with love and understanding. 

I need people like these in my life now. I speak with Jack once a week and have done so for the past 15 or more years. When I am unencumbered, they are one of the first destinations that I'll be taking, to hit the road and travel. I just might get out the old maps of Route 66, the mother road, and take it from Albuquerque to Chicago, then back. Put that in my bucket, and see if I can pull it out at the right time. 

Monday

Sweetie is usually awake when I go to fetch her. She wants to get up but the pain of moving is present and she is afraid. I know that if she stays in bed any longer than necessary, the pain will get worse. With gentle urging, and a strong arm for her to hold, we get her out of bed. 

Once up, we now wait for her to regain her balance and strength to walk. I've noticed her gimping on her right leg as she gets herself centered. So it is easy does it until she gets going. 

The morning routine seems to be working well. Up, the bathroom, then to the living room, couch, Muppet Show, breakfast and then I do what I have to do. That is usually putting cloths in the washing machine, making the bed, and stuff like that. 

As we head for the golf course, I judge our time by how Sweetie will let me touch her. I usually put my hand on her thigh, and she usually puts her hand on mine. When she doesn't do that, I know we are in for a rough morning. Yesterday was a good day.

I played with two friends that are not as good as I am. When they make a good shot for them, I tell them what a good shot it was. The lady friend asked me why it was a good shot. Because it went straight, got in the air, her swing was good, ect. 

On the last hole, she had a good drive for her, and again the complement, and again, I had to explain myself to her. When it was my turn, I nailed a drive, and she said now that is a good drive compared to hers. Its like she just doesn't get it. 

For me, I've learned to take complements even when in my eyes I don't deserve them. It is an adjustment of the ego. Humility is the key for accepting complements on caring for Sweetie. Keeping the goal in sight and working for it. Knowing that she depends on me for everything, and right now it is so natural for me to do the things that need to be done, sometimes I can't believe that I'm doing it. Not just doing it, but lovingly doing it, and loving her all the more. 

When you in the car with Driver, your a captive audience. I get to choose what I want to hear and learn. If I think I've got it hard, I think of Sweetie, and what she is going through, and then at Driver's hands and see His scars, and then I ask myself, is it that hard? Thoughts to ponder as we motor down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv ya, and God Bless.