What’s tickling you?

It’s been very difficult to visit Wayne and find him, eyes closed and rather unresponsive.

Yesterday I had to coax him to open his eyes and once he did, the happiness started. He laughed at anything and anyone. It was a laugh such as after a funny joke.

After lunch, usually he sleeps but was still stoked with happiness. Makes for a good sleep for me!

Sail Along Silvery Moon – – –

Amazing how time sails along, days, months, years!

Many times I have tried to write a note on this blog and just close the IPad feeling there is no way to express my ideas.

We are still here, sailing thru time as thru a fog of unacceptance.

Wayne declines and I roar inside – protesting Alzheiers grip on our lives.

I visit every second day now and my sister goes weekly – it’s a mental break from sadness.

All is not sad though – last week,after I brushed his teeth, he said, “Thank you” as clearly as can be.

My heart jumps to hear his voice again – been a long time coming.


So Pretty has been released from the bonds of Alzheimers. (This post is not referring to Wayne)

One day I walked onto the ward and Pretty came up to me, eyes sparkling. He pointed to my necklace and said, “Pretty.”

I was amazed as he rarely spoke a word.

Although his speech was lost, his big smiled never failed to great me.

The nurses told me he always liked pretty things and even used to call a uniform pretty if he so deemed it to be:)

Fly free, Pretty, and thanks for sweet memories.