Archive for June, 2008

Herman reminds me of happy times in the 70′s – we lived in a very small community and there was not much to do. Wayne bought a ham radio (it was the size of a portable sewing machine). Until we bought a tall antennae for outdoors, he strung wire in the house.

The boys were about 1 and 3 years of age. We were all totally excited about “the world” out there.We’ll be visiting them in a bit and hope I remember to mention it.

Today was mechanical for me, I’m dwelling on our friend. The situation conjures up all the memories of Mom’s and Dad’s illnesses and passing – although the disease is different from their’s.

I know she is being kept comfortable, but I wonder how the “kids” and grandkids are holding up, how he’s doing going home to an empty house. Yesterday as we hugged goodbye, he burst out laughing, “I need a loaf of bread, where is the bread in here?” We laughed together and I pointed him in the direction of the bakery – she did all that.

Wayne did forget about 2 hours after I told him which is good – but I would love to reminisce about our good times and can’t. I wrote some memories down and that helped. I slipped today and wondered out loud if he’ll stay at the same home – then covered it up Ok.

Saw our good Doc today and explained that I had told Wayne – did I do the right thing? He said there is no right or wrong – thanks, Doc. This man is so great – I wanted to give him a big, inappropriate hug.

Shirl and Robin had us for a delightful evening – the guys BBQ’d t-bones, delicious and great company – my cell rang and I almost dreaded answering it for fear it was his call. I came home and closed my eyes as gmail popped up, dreading I’d see the update I fear. No word tonight.

Sorry, this is a gloomy post but that’s the beauty of bloggers -we can, or should be able to bare our hearts, whether happiness or pain. Thanks to all.

He doesn’t want to drink water and is usually dehydrated a bit, I’m sure. I’ve done everything from joking around to lectures – nothing worked. If I took a tumbler to him, he would sip maybe 1 oz. and set it aside.

Today, well, nothing short of genius:) Chose a large, old fashion type glass which holds same amount as the tumbler. “If I give you only 1/2 glass, will you promise to sit there and drink it?”

Success!

A dear friend is losing her hard fought battle – we are both sad and it’s really been tough on Wayne.
I had to tell him how bad it is because we have so many mutual friends – hit him like a ton of bricks.
I’m hoping he will be able to sleep tonight.

With you in spirit, Friends.