Gala Event.

Gone, not forgotten.

It seems that my meltdown from yesterdays morning had some quick response. It made me feel guilty about shutting it all down, at once. 

At the same time I was able to shake the box, and come up with something that I felt fit the bill. Even now I can see this in my minds eye. 

Balloons. Purple balloons, and purple ribbon. We gather at the pier, I will blow up a balloon for them, and when all are gathered, we will walk the pier, like we used to do, and finish at the end of the pier. That is where we will share our stories with her, say our good byes, and on the count of 3, release our balloons. Then, it is whatever anyone wants to do. For as of that moment, I am done. 

So far, it has been universally excepted by all and that was the whole idea of the new memorial. 

Thursday

After I made the big noise of cancelling the memorial, my phone went crazy. Pushed by those that were very disappointed, I gave in and reset the memorial (as you have already read.) to a new agenda. 

Today is the day I sit with Pastor and finish the details of the memorial. We sit and talk about my Sweetie Pie, and the telling of our story, he stops and looks at me "You're a romantic." It caught me by surprise when he told me that. Then he said that that is going to be the theme of his message about her. I am so eager to hear what his impressions are going to sound like. 

Grandson is busy destroying the kitchen, taking covers off, sanding, taping the edges, and painting. As you can imagine, the destruction is complete, and will soon the construction will begin. He says it should be done on Friday. I hope so. 

Got a call from Neptune Society and Sweetie is ready to come home. Pleased that she is ready, I went to pick her up. 

Put her in our bedroom, on the bed stand, on her side. Saturday, I will take her to church, for her social event, and then home with me. To stay with me until I'm ready to make that trip to the beach where we will say our last good byes, and I'll sing her my Sweetie Pie song for the last time with her, until I can sing it again with her as we walk those heavenly lanes together again. 

Her son wants to take some with us, just for him, to say his good byes, and I told him no, because if I make an exception for him, then I would have to make another for someone else, and where does that end? No, Sweetie is for me, and if that sounds selfish, so be it. Then again, there is still a week to go, and they way I am, who knows what I'll come up with. 

As we walk the streets of Dementia Town, I'm looking for a store that will carry those party supplies need for her release. Also, getting the music and flowers for tomorrow's gala event. For there is time for us to enjoy this time, for after all, I am Keeping My Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.