Her eyes still speak.

Her eyes tell me everything.

After all that we have been through, and with that which is still facing us. Her eyes still speak volumes to me. Though she has lost most of her abilities, she still knows the way to my heart. It is with her eyes, she still speaks to my heart. 

It is when I know her, it is her eyes that tell me her secrets. With them she tells me if she is happy, sad, mad, or just bored. Body language is also the key to understanding what is going on with her. 

Facial expressions are clues to where she is with her Dementia. Also when to give her some more Happy Medicine. When she gets her "Stone face" on, I know we have gone too long without a dose. 

Friday

She's up, and I have to get moving. Another early morning. I think we are moving into the not needing sleep period of Dementia. She seems to be waking up earlier and earlier. As long as she stays in bed, I can deal with it. It is when she gets up that I have to pay 100% of my time to her. 

Along with her getting up earlier, her appetite has improved. Where as I would give her a small bowel of cereal and ensure. She now needs not just a good helping of cereal, she also will eat a slice of toast with it. Even then, I'm not sure if she is done. 

We had a good morning, and after lunch did our walk about and car ride. 

It was later when I went out to mow the yards that we had a fall. Sweetie was walking behind me when I heard her trip and fall. She is alright, a bit shaken, and has scrapped knees. 

After I got her up, we went back into the house and sat on the couch. She held me tightly and wepted. Soon she fell asleep with her head on my shoulder and continued to hold on. I don't think she understood what happen to her, she just knows she went down, hurt herself, and is sore and scared. She seems fine now, but I'll keep an eagle eye on her. Sometimes the injury doesn't show up until the next day or two later. 

I'm getting frustrated with dinner. We are in the sit, take a bit, get up and leave. Only to return to do it over again and again. Maybe two meals is all she needs at this time. And it wouldn't hurt me to loose a few calories. So, I'm going to have lunch later in the day, and see how that works. 

That was a huge pot hole we hit. It must have been one that Driver wasn't expecting, which is rare for Him. We almost bounced off the seat, it was so big. That doesn't change the fact, He is still our Driver, and we trust Him. After all, He has been there from the beginning when we got into His car, driving down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.