Yes, we lived through the move. That was about 10 months ago. We are comfortable here now. Yes I still have a few boxes of stuff sitting in a closet, waiting to be going through. Apparently there is nothing there I have really miss. LOL Life is different here, living in a small town than it was in the city. My area had become so crowded and high paced. Whew, I dont even like to drive back into that area now. Did I mention that I Love it out here?

Today we went to an all day "enrich Your Life, Senior Conference. I made some new friends and learned a lot. Not to mention all the encouragement and new ways of looking at things. We had a key not speaker, talking on Healthy Aging. he was really good. I had a chance to talk with him today and I had a question I needed an answer to. I have been struggleing with some things and even wondering if I am strugleing with Altimers or something so I asked him. I first told him about some of the events that has happened to me the past few years.. About being a caregiver to my mother as she declined with dementia and other isues, about loosing 5 lose family members in just a few weeks 6 years ago, followed by my niece being diagnoised with cancer, followed by my husband having the heart attack and stroke... Then this man stoped me. He said you have had quite a lot happen to you. he first said to me, ill bet you are having memory problems especially with names and numbers. I said yes. He said you probally have some real sleep problems. Yes... then he asked me if I have had shingles. To which I said thankfully no, but I have had the injection to protect me. He said thats a good thing because you are a prime target for them. He visited with me for quite a while about my other interests and activities. He stressed to me how important it is for me to get out on my own and get involved with things without My husband. I have heard all this before. And i agree. Its not like he is not able to be alone. He has had quite a wonderful recovery from the stroke. Im just saying, how good it was to have someone really understand whats going on inside a caregiver. And to be encouraged to get out and live. And to be assured I am not suffering from dementia or altimers just because I cant keep names and numbers and other information accessable in my brain. :-)