Tears.

 Sunrise, a new day.

This isn't fun anymore, it is the long Good Bye coming to an end. Sure, she is still in bed, still able to open her eyes, looking at me with those lifeless eyes, not knowing where she is, or who I am. 

Monday

After a good night sleep, I was expecting Sweetie to be charged up, and ready to get the day going. I was so wrong. 

She smiled when I waved to her from the door. Took that as a good sign. She seemed to know who I was, and with a dose of CBD, we chatted. Left and returned to get her up and to the potty. 

She didn't want to move, and every time I tried to get her to move, she cried out in pain, and fought against me moving her. I kept going and was able to move her legs to the side of the bed. 

Encouraging her to stand, to walk, she made her attempts. I kept holding her, and guiding her to the bathroom. We had just got out of the bedroom and into the bathroom, when she went down. That was as far as she was going, and I couldn't help her. 

I ended up calling the city non emergency line, and they sent firemen out to help me get her back to bed. They checked her out, and she was healthy as her heart, blood pressure, etc were concerned. Going strong. 

After they left, I went to work on how to get her fed and watered, and to change her pull-ups. 

It was like that all day, she didn't or couldn't get herself out of bed, and wouldn't let me help. 

Towards the end of the day, I call my son and told him what was going on. I also called my younger step daughter, and she asked, then told me she was coming over. 

Big strong me, told her that it wasn't necessary for her and her fiance to come over, she insisted. After she hung up, I couldn't help myself, I broke down and cried. Not just a whimper cry, and broken tears streaming down my face, out loud, from the bottom of my heart, painful, lonely sobs. The dam just couldn't hold them back anymore. I needed to let them flow. 

When they arrived, I was better, and she went end and talked with her mom. Her fiancé and me took off to KFC so I could get something for dinner. 

Got the mac and cheese as sides, thinking that I'd use that to feed Sweetie with. It was the right thing to get, she ate until she couldn't eat anymore. I let her daughter feed her while I talked with her man. 

After they left, I spent time with Sweetie, then waited for her to go back to sleep, and then joined her. 

Driver had to use the window wipers this day, as we traveled the Road to Dementia Town. It seems that I'm seeing more signs about our destination more than before. New challenges, new situations, new answers, and that is life. Yet, then again, we are still able to find times when we can Keep Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.