Didn't want the tears to stop.

Saying goodbye 

It was a good day to cry. As we gathered to say our farewell's, I found it was also my time. 

Wednesday

The nurse is here, and the news isn't good. She can't get a pulse or oxygen measurement. Her toes are starting to turn blue, and she would be surprised to see her make it through the night. 

After she left, I call the kids. The next thing I knew, it was, "I'm on my way over." Already had plans for our son and family to come over, now it is the daughters turn to add to the gathering. 

In a very short time, all the family was here. Ordered pizza, chicken wings, and with oldest daughter's pasta salad, we had a party, of sorts. It was the best thing that could of happened. 

I found myself, sitting next to her, rubbing her arm, and another tear bomb hit. When it started I wanted to not cry, it would not be stopped. I'm loosing my best friend, my lover, the me in me will soon be gone. I feel that same sadness as I write this morning. 

After everyone was gone, and it was me and my love, I sat next to her, touching her, and it was bombs away again. This time, by myself, alone with her, I didn't want the tears to stop. Let them flow, blurred eyed, nose running, with a cleansing howl, I let my sorrow out. 

We're being called to the stadium in the center of Dementia Town. As we sit and wait to be called to the podium, we see others coming in. They are here for the same reason, to be well, and to say goodbye. So we sit, with Driver, in the sun, Keeping our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.