She will soon slip away.

 Fun memories,  my Sweetie.

As I sit this morning, I know that I am sitting with my Sweetie in God's waiting room. 

For eons, I've heard that said of Florida, because of all the retirees that move there. To end life in a near as heaven they can be before they leave this earth. 

We may not be in Florida, but we are as sure as we can be in that waiting room. Sweetie sleeps all the time, even when she has her eyes open, they are empty. I wonder is she is just as tired of being here and is wondering what is taking so long. 

I was asked, does she know what is happening? That is a question that will be answered on the other side, until then, it is, and will remain a mystery. 

Monday

Time to get going. The nurse is going to be here to check on Sweetie. I've started talking to her, as if she can understand and even answer me. I know that it is easier for her if I tell what is going on. I also tell her who I am, again. I will never tire of talking to her, for I know the day is real close that she won't be here. 

She hasn't had a BM in awhile, so it is time for me to act. It wasn't has bad as I thought. I tried a suppository once before, and she fought like hell to get it out. This time, a slight moan and we done. Now to wait for the results. 

With all the movement, I was hoping to see her bright eyes and smile. She didn't come out from behind her curtain this morning. I did see something which I thought was a sign of her knowing, so I got her some fruit. No sooner did I try to get her to open her mouth, it shut. No matter how much I encouraged her, she wasn't eating today. 

When the nurse arrived, she check her signs, and told me she was doing fine. Good heart beat, BP was very good, and that is about as good as it is going to get. She is in a pause right now. 

I told her I was planning to go play a round of golf later, and she encouraged me to go. We both know that the only place that Sweetie is going to go to isn't a physical place. She'd be just fine with me out of the house for a couple of hours. 

Playing later in the day was nice. Didn't play a full round, because I was worried about Sweetie being alone. I do what I have to do to keep me from going stir crazy, but I worry about her. I so want to be with her when she breaths her last. 

About 4, I was getting hungry, and all of a sudden, it was fix yourself your dinner. I've had a set time for dinner, and it was too early to eat. By whose standards? I set myself into a time prison. Hungry, eat, I don't need to ask permission. So I did. 

Son came over to sit with his mom tonight, as I made it to my meeting. Told him about his sister's reaction when I told them, "See you next week." Told him, we'll see if they can figure it out by themselves. If they don't, I just look at it as their loss. 

Have you ever been early to a movie, or a sporting event and there isn't anyone else there yet? That is what it was like yesterday as we sat in Dementia Town Stadium. We were able to walk in, no ticket needed. There is a screen at one end of the stadium, and the show is about to begin. That is when the aid showed up with a box of Kleenex, put it down, and disappeared. I know it will be a great show, yet the water works will be flowing. As we sit, together, holding hands, knowing that no matter how tightly I hold hers, she will soon slip away and out of reach. Time to go, C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.