She is my everything.

Balloon on my shoulder.

Here we are, with one more day of living with my Sweetie. She is becoming so soft in her ways these days. She isn't that resistant to what we have to do on a daily bases. 

Our way of life is so easy now. I think it is a combination of me knowing her, and she just accepts what we do as normal, which it is. 

This is one of those times when I just sit in front of my computer, and wonder what to say. I feel that I've said all that I can say about living with Sweetie and her Dementia. As the days go bye and each one seems to be like the last one, or the last week seems all the same. What else is there to say. 

I'm afraid if I stop posting, that I may never pick it up again, or if I do start again, it will only last for a short time, and stop again, never to pick it up again.  

I find this time of writing about what I feel, about how I react to Sweetie, my frustrations, my joys, how I've poured myself into taking care of her. How taking care of her has shaped my emotions, my way of thinking, living with her. 

With her, I am never alone, having a purpose is what is keeping me here. She is my ship on the sea of life, she is the rudder which steers the ship, and she is also the wind that fills the sails and moves us onward. She is my everything. 

Monday

When I came into the room, she looked at me and was smiling. I just love these mornings. Her smile and the way she greeted me, meant she was going to have a good day. 

The morning went well, there were no surprises, no resistance to her shower, just one smile after another. 

From getting up, to breakfast, to golf, to our walk about, it could not have been a better time. Sweetie was holding my hand, engaging me, and I would answer the best I could. You know I can hear some words in between the Dementiaies, and find an answer that pleases her. Always learning about her and what she needs to be happy. 

Our walk about went well for I was singing songs, making up limericks as we went, making her smile as we walked. Now that is the secret of getting our walk done on a happy note. 

The rest of the day went well until dinner. During our meal, I swallowed wrong, and set on a coughing spell that scared her. I could see it in her eyes and face the fear that I was in trouble. As I recovered, I kept reassuring her that all would be well. When I was able to clear my throat, and calm her, the rest of the evening went well. So well, that it ended like it should, holding hands, cuddling, watching TV and to bed we went. 

Driver is stringing days together of smooth roads, missing pot holes, and beautiful scenery as we motor down the Road to Dementia Town, Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.