Roses for my Sweetie Pie.

Roses for my Sweetie Pie. 

As the day passes, I find myself being more comfortable in being alone. I'm finding it different, not a like, or a dislike. Comfortable. 

I talk to her, greet her in the mornings, let her know when I'm leaving and where I'm going, and of course, when I'll be back. 

I sometimes think to myself, I never knew what love was until she passed. I knew I loved her, and she loved me. It is the depth of this love for her that has surprised me. It is the things I now do, to keep her close to me. It is the wearing of her ring around my neck, the gallery of pictures that are on my computer, so that every time I post, there are many pictures of her. I'm so glad I took as many as I did. 

Friday

I've started, and I'm dyeing. Yoga always sound so easy, and as I have learned over the years, easy doesn't mean easy, the people that do it, just make it look easy. In just the first few minutes, I'm saying to myself, "You gotta be crazy to think I can do that." I keep going, and there are times when I have to stop, and rest. I know that if I keep doing it, it will get better. 

OK, I'm up, and on the phone with my assassin son, I know he is trying to kill me so he can have my corvette. I think I'll try it every other day for now. Tomorrow will be the rower. 

Then it was off to my support group meeting, and a meal. For whatever the reason, I'm into salads. They have a nice chicken salad on the menu, and that is what I have. A good meeting, and with one special announcement, one of our members is now getting married. 

He lost his wife two and a half years ago, and has met his new love at their church. Life will again bloom for him. Just to prove that there is life after being on the Road to Dementia Town. 

Time for my golf lesson, and to play around. Go there early, and was able to do some extra work on my putting. Met up with a fellow caregiver, and we played together. It seems that my role, for now, is to be a support for those who need it. For I know men that are where I was, and I can share with them, for they too are touching the hot stove. 

After golf, went over to the assassin's house to reimburse him for his help with the car. While I was there, I told him and wife, on how much I appreciated their help, support, and wanting to be part of our lives these past 4 years. 

I told them, that over the years, I was there with the sisters, with my checkbook in hand, helping them out. While over the years, they never sought after us for financial help. How they stood on their own, and worked things out, and how proud I was of them. 

So, now, I want to give them something that they cannot do for themselves. Send them on a vacation, or something. They asked if they could think about it, and of course, yes. 

Told them that there was something I could do today, and that was to let wife take Tweety out for a spin. That was a good one. 

Home, then off for my Friday meeting, and then home to finish the day. 

As I was laying in bed, reached over to touch the pillow she laid her head on, whispered "Good Night Sweetie Pie", said our prayers, like when she was with me, closed my eyes and off I went. Driver watching out for me, for today is going to be another day, traveling down the Road Of Life, Keeping my Shiny Side Up. C'ya, Luv Ya, and God Bless. Arthur.