Sweets for my Sweetie.

At the beginning.

It seems that I'm fixated on these flowers. They were special, not for the reason most people would think. It is who sent them. 

They are from my youngest daughter. What is so special about that? Well, we have had a brouhaha for over a year and haven't spoken to each other during that time. We have since patch up our relationship, and this was the first love shot from her. 

In this, the twilight years, there just isn't enough time for stuff to get in the way of good relationships. These years, the ones that we have left, should be years of how much joy, happiness, and peace I can give, not push away. 

Like a mother hen gathering her chicks, I too must gather my friends and family together in celebrating that time which is left. 

These are the years where the demand is low, the expectation is high, and the time is short. Love and acceptance is the motto which I will try to live by. 

Sunday

Sunday, and what also starts with the letter "S"? That's right, shower. It is shower day. Wash her hair day. Getting naked with her, and soaping her up. I just look forward to this morning. I know she doesn't think or feel like I do, and that doesn't matter to me, it is just a fleeting memory of our showers from the past. 

Once done, time to turn on church for her to watch while I make our Sunday breakfast. We're short on bread, so it is scrambled eggs with biscuits, butter and jam. 

She's not too interested in the eggs, but the biscuits, now that is another story. She just eats them as fast as I can split, butter, and put jam them. So, I get the eggs, she gets the sweets for my Sweetie. 

For most of the day, she is just off center. Even when we went for our walk about, it was her uneasiness that made it not as enjoyable as it could have been. 

She was alright when we got home and I went to work on the yards. She sat on the places where she would be insight and I could get her if she wandered. 

After the yard, we sat down to watch TV, which seems to be more and more of her favorite activity. There was still this uneasiness about her, like she was priming herself for a meltdown.

I even put her down for a nap. I could see her eyes were telling me that she was tired. It was then, after she got up, it began. 

The back and forth from her room, to out with me. Looking at me and not see me at the same time. She was lost in her sundowner's. At this point, I made up my mind, it was CBD to the rescue. She took it with out a fuss, and then I waited. 

Happy to report that she did come out of her funk and we finished strong. I love these endings, it is just that I hate the hell we go through to get here. 

It is the bumps hidden in the shadows that cause the most reaction. Driver does His best to keep from hitting them, and then again, maybe He does that so we can have a better appreciation for the smooth time that come. I know that the Road to Dementia Town is a long one, and always changing. That is why we have a Driver to show us the way. For it is the reason we can Keep our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.