Two days ago I knew it was going to happen. I could see it in his eyes. Those eyes that usually twinkle were glazed over and haunted looking. That day it was little things, like not being able to buckle his belt or button his shirt.
Then the arguing began. Silly arguments like whether or not it is a sin to dance. We had had the Big Band CD on the day before and had danced to it. Now, he had a flash back to the strict beliefs that he had been taught as a child.
We have been a part
My husband has aphasia. He used to talk all the time and tell me tales of his past and the history of our home town. He never seemed to meet a stranger but always found new friends to talk to. I loved his voice. There are times that I ache to hear that voice again. Not only have his words been lost but also the tone quality of his speech is gone. Due to a series of strokes and vascular dementia his ability to communicate continues to decline.
But he can sing.
The other day a son
I have often been told how strong a woman I am. When it is pointed out to me I have to admit that at times I amaze myself with what I have been able to accomplish. Most of the time though, I do not feel strong. At the worst of those times I even resent being told that I am strong. Maybe the real issue is that I do not want to be strong. I want to give up. I want someone else to take over and be the strong one.
It seems that I have always been the one making things happen. In my first
Today was a pretty good day. Yesterday we were able to get the yard all mowed and trimmed as well as putting down some mulch in the flowerbeds. I also got the kitchen and bathroom cleaned with a quick pickup and vacuum through the rest of the house. That meant that when the girls left this morning for five weeks, my husband and I were free to do whatever.
That whatever ended up being a swim with my mother. The water was too cool for my husband but he enjoyed sitting in the shade of an u
Yesterday I finally lifted myself from my couch of depression and tackled some jobs that have been pressing hard on my shoulders. Since these types of things are often a big source of stress, I wonder why I don
Depression. It is nothing new to me. I suffered from it for many years until my husband became my therapist. He has always had such a healthy perspective on life and would give sage advice, which of course I didn
The last daughter just walked into the door from the last day of school. It is officially SUMMER BREAK. I have been looking forward to this for several weeks now. I don
