New paint.

Sweetie

1945-2022

My love, My Lover, and Best Friend

She died in my arms, such a bitter sweet passing. She knew I had to have that once in a life time special time with her, It was just like the life we had, when it was just the two of us.

I loved her so much that I could feel my heart being torn in half as I felt her heart slowly stop. I know all the words, all the sympathies that are said at this time. She is in a better place, she doesn't hurt anymore, and all the rest. Words, they are nothing but words. 

Words are all that we have, and if you're brave enough, hugs, and shed a tear with me. But even when I knew this day was coming, there isn't anything that can tell me what I would truly feel. 

There are men in my support group that have found love again, and that is wonderful. I don't have any regrets and hope that they are whole for the rest of their lives. As for me, like Tom Hanks in Cast Away, I'll learn how to breath in, and breath out. To take one day, just one day, at a time. 

Tuesday

  I've taken to the internet in my attempt to get the bed out of my house. I've done this before, posting on websites. Amazing what happens, it seems that businesses don't like your complaints on the web. 

To make it simple, we are bed-less. I was told that I'd get a phone call from the driver, and I did, and he have me an ETA, and met it. 

I know that he isn't the reason for all the heartache that I was going through with the bed still in the house, he was the one to resolve the problem. 

As we talked, he showed me his tattoo, a cat, and I said I'd show him my Tweety. Love it, as a car person does. After he was gone, put the room back to the way it was, and a feeling of relief came over me. 

Before this, I'd dropped grandson off at the mall so he could get himself a new tattoo. While he was being drawn on, it was my turn to get cleaned up. 

Went looking for a place for me to get my hair cut short again. I ended up at a shop where there were two beauticians, with one free. Sat down, and the conversation began. I told her about Sweetie and her passing and she cut my hair, trimmed the beard, and eye brows. I didn't know the man that walked out of the shop. 

Timed it just right, grandson was done and waiting for me. Only about 10 minutes away, went a picked him up. 

He was in some pain from the new tattoo, so we made a stop at the neighborhood drug store. While we were there, I got a 8x10 picture of Sweetie developed for the service. (it is the one at the top of the page, if you were wondering which one I choose.) 

Home, I made dinner for grandson and myself. It was the first meal served at the table since Sweetie passed. I was happy that I wasn't alone for this event. 

Grandson turns out to be the handyman. He wants to strip the old paint off the kitchen's counters and repaint them. He thinks it will take us about a day and a half, maybe two at the most. New paint in the kitchen just might be the tool we need to build upon. 

Driver got me up, and we went out walking. Grandson joined us, as we explore Dementia Town. Getting things done while we are here, and learning how to laugh again. For after all, we are Keeping Our Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless.