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!
Hanna M. Was born Feb. 10/15
Sadly, I can’t remember how to upload a photo to WordPress so if you care to see Hanna, go to welcome to our world blog.
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.