The owner of my heart.

June 24, 2016. Us.

If you don't know by now, I miss my Sweetie, my friend, my lover, the owner of my heart. I was looking though my old pictures and found this one. I felt that is expressed, to me, what we had, and what I keep fighting for. 

We still have the shirts we were wearing, old and faded. I've let my hair grow and she now has short hair. But the love, yes the love that we have for each other, has grown to the bursting point. For me, love never died, it just grew to a new way of showing it. 

Saturday 

The day of the sitter. A day of complete relaxation for myself. Knowing that she is in caring hands does make this time priceless. 

When I went to get her up, she greeted me with that wonderful smile she saves just for me. I knew we were going to have a great day. 

It started before I got her up. I had just gotten off the computer with my two daughters in California. My youngest and I haven't been on good terms for awhile, and it was time for us to clear the air. Using my oldest as mediator, we were able to clear away the wreckage of the past, and start the mending process. 

The other morning when Sweetie stirred her cereal to mush, I was wondering why. One of the thoughts was, we are out of bananas, and she would mix the bananas with the cereal before she would eat. Because there weren't any bananas she keep stirring, waiting for them to show up. 

This time, I mixed the Fruit Loops with the Honey Nut Cheerios. Success! She mixed and ate. I find it is so interesting the things that she remembers. How if it isn't what she remembers, she just cannot go on. Like a record that keeps skipping back and plays the same part over and over again. 

Breakfast done, helper here, I was off to the course. 

I shared a cart with a lady friend. Never again!! She has a blind spot when it came to having me with her in the cart. I swear she hit every bump on the course. Drove like a bat out of hell, had food and drink in the cart as if she was going on a cross country trip. You've heard of the bull in a china shop, well, that was what it was like. I was still able to have a decent round despite the "Wild Mr. Toad's Ride", I was on. 

When I got home, the report was that Sweetie wasn't herself. She has grown to like our sitter and will "talk" to her. This day, she was in bed most of the morning. 

When she saw me, there was a tear running down her cheek, she missed me. 

For the rest of the day, we did all our normal stuff. The walk about, car ride, and the like. 

We did do something different. Because of the loosing fear of the pandemic, my 5pm meeting on zoom is now back to being an in-person meeting. We went to it. Sweetie was greeted by all that knew her, and she was at first a little stand offish, but soon relaxed and we had a good meeting. I think we will continue doing it until it starts geting dark. Then it will be on a time will tell bases.

Home for dinner, a lot of CBD and Stress Relief lotion, and to bed for a good night sleep, and it did work. 

We hit a good stretch road this day. Just a ride in the county, with blue skies and gentle breezes. Sweetie, Driver and me, holding hands, singing hymns as we go. Traveling on the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.