3rd January
2008
Last night we were sitting by the fire – the table between our chairs was covered with books. I suggested maybe he should keep 2 or 3 books and put the rest on shelves.
“I don’t have many books.”
“You have at least 10 here and hundreds more.”
“Where.”
“On the book shelves in your office – you built those shelves.”
“I do!?”
He didn’t remember the shelves, books or his office. I flipped on a light. His face lit up like Christmas morn.
Slip sliding’ away, my Love.
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Bless your heart. I feel so for you and W. You are a strong soul, and I pray for daily strength for you. As I’ve said before, I don’t know if I would have the grace needed to be as compassionate as you are.
It must be so hard to see the slipping away day by day.
You’d do it, Beverly, I know that. Thank you for your prayers. We need all we can garner!
Rediscovering for the first time, what a bittersweet experience every time when their faces light up with pleasure at that which they’ve long known but forgotten.
I’ve noted in parents and others that this mental slippage brings out their basic selves, and how wonderful to read about W, thoughtful to his core.
What grace it takes to be patient and yet see his childlike excitement of loving books. Hard stuff, but sweet moments that reveal such a sweet man. You’re in my thoughts today. love, annie