Beauty and the Beast.

Me and Sweetie. 

I've told you over and over about this picture of Beauty and the Beast. On how this is how I've always thought of Sweetie and me. 

The story of Beauty and Beast, on how the beast was, well, a beast. He didn't think well of himself, on how could anyone love such a beast has him. Then Beauty entered his life, and with her care, and understanding, she help the beast find himself under all that hate and anger that was within him. 

That is their love story, a story of how love will change a person into the person that will come to know true love, a lasting love, a love that allows hot tears to flow when it is touched again and again. 

That is also my love story with Sweetie. Now that she is gone, the movies that tell those stories I cherish. Movies like Beauty and the Beast and Up. 

In Up, there is a image of Eli sitting in a chair looking out the window. I used to tell Sweetie that is how I remember her. And now with her gone, it is so much more real. 

She was my life, she was my lover, she was my all in all. Tho she isn't with me in body, she is still here in spirit. I can't go to any room in this house without her being there, so she is still here. 

It has been one week since she went home to be with the Lord. 7 long/short days. I better hurry up and buy some balloons. 

 Wednesday

Made my mind to somehow get this bed out of my house. When she first passed, I enjoy the bed being here. I had made up the bed with the cat and pillows and her hat on it. I could still see her laying there. Like anything that is meant to be temporary, and it stays longer than it should, it becomes an irritant. 

Called for another pick up, this time before operating hours, and left a message for the pick up, that I wanted a call from the driver, and what time I was going to be at the house. 

In the in-between time, I had to go and get the final paper work done to complete the cremation. 

After that was done, I had time to play around of golf. 

While I was there, there were some people who hadn't heard about Sweetie's passing. The condolences, the heart felt words of hurt and loss came forth. At one time, I was asked about my partner from someone I didn't know. He has seen and watched how I took care of her every time we were there. It seems that we were watched and affected so many others, that we will never know how our example will be carried on. 

Had a one of those good/bad rounds of golf. When I shot a bad hole, it was really bad, when I had a good hole, it was really good. Ended with 3 pars and one birdie. Good drives, bad putts, and then the other way around. 

Home and waiting for a call from the pick up people. After waiting for what I thought was an appropriated amount of time with no phone call, I texted my nurse, and asked her to check into it. With in a half hour, I got a call, and a ETA, for tomorrow afternoon. Finally!

That gave me time to go to the mall and get some new pants. My old jeans are just worn out, and fraying. 

While I was there I stopped in and chatted with the young lady who sold me the chain that I wear with Sweetie's ring on it. Then to Old Navy for some new pants. 

Home, watch TV, have a IM call with bro in law about the memorial at the beach. Then we wondered off the beach and just talked about life. So, it seems that all in going to plan. 

Meeting, home, called daughter in Cali, talked as I drove home, and then for some time after I got home. We are growing so close to each other, it is good. 

Driver wants to get some supplies for our trip home. You know, cold water, chips, and snacks for the trip. He knows that I'm not ready to leave town just yet. I want to linger in the last place that I was with my Sweetie Pie. Now that we are here in Dementia Town, I don't want to leave. The fear of her memory fading, that our love will grow cold and become a burden if we leave too soon. Drive understands that, so we linger, driving and looking and we Keep our Shiny Side Up. Love you Sweetie Pie. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.