Dark tunnel of Dementia.

You are my Sunshine.

That she is, she is my sunshine. With my whole being setting itself to guide and protect her, at the same time, to love her as each day comes and goes. 

The sun doesn't tell me what type of day it will be, it only gives me light for this day, and is gone when the day is done. Only to return on the morning. 

Once heard someone say that in marriage, the husband's job is that he should be a constant study of who his wife is. For though we may know every inch, every cranny, every wrinkle, on her body, it is the mind that we need to know. For years I tried to control that mind, to force it to think in my ways of thinking. It never worked. 

Today, I'm studying in a different way, her mind. This time to learn how I can cox her out of that dark tunnel of Dementia, if only for an hour or two, or even 5 minutes, to know she is still in there among the Dementia voices that drive sanity away. Still her love for me shines through. 

Wednesday

Yesterday, she was up and making the bed when I came and got her. This morning, she is awake, but laying on her back, knees up, making a tent, and not willing to get out of bed. With some loving encouragement and a strong arm that will not take no for an answer, I got her up. 

Up, CBD'd, clean and with clean clothes on, we had breakfast. We were earlier than normal, so I took the extra time to do some house work. Funny how that is, even with my two ladies, I still find things to do. It is now my nature. 

With breakfast done, and time to get going, asked if she wanted to go with me. She did. So we went. 

On the course, the pattern of behavior is becoming simple, she is happy for the first two or three holes, then she gets her stone face on, doesn't seem to be happy at all. I used to worry about her getting our and marching off to "Never, Neverland." 

She doesn't do that now, she stays in the cart and I still keep an eye on her for you never know when the band will strike up a tune, and off she will go. 

Done with golf, and took a chance on getting our walk about done before heading home. It turned out to be the right move. 

Once home, we ate, and she went back to her room and bed. Knowing how she burns energy quickly, it wasn't a surprise. 

I had other things to do, edge and mow the lawns. Got that done, checked the humming bird feeders, and relaxed for the rest of the day. 

After dinner, she went back to bed, and stayed there. I ended up the evening with my solitude, and watched blurred TV. It wasn't anything good, just a blur to end the day with. 

Another day on the Road to Dementia Town. Nothing too spectacular, nothing too boring, just another day. A boring day is a good day, for a day without drama gives a body a chance to prepare for those drama days when they come, and they will come. That way, it won't be hard to Keep Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.