Archive for July 11th, 2009

Last night was so good, as good goes. I watched him laugh and take part in the conversation. It was so wonderful.

Time to go to bed, I tucked him in, crawled around to my side, “Who are you?”

“It’s me, Hon, it’s me.”

Used our code. “It’s me, Jean.”

He was almost hyperventilating, “Is it really you? I thought I’d never see you again!”

Breaks one’s heart.

We slept in town last night, (1) we were invited to a delicious BBQ, (2) so maybe I’d get some sleep and “they’d be the ears and eyes” for me, (3) so I could go shopping in the morn and probably he would remain sleeping til I returned – which was kinda the case.

I was gone about 2.5 hours and once in that time he got up, questioned where he was, where I was and satisfied, said he’d go back to bed (in our assigned guest room) – and he did.

Our host sat on a sofa so he could see all the doors and also down the hallway. At some point he felt he should check on Wayne. The door was still ajar and all was quiet. “Better check well, like actually look in and see him sleeping in bed.”  Not there.

He turned to the hallway and there was Wayne, fast asleep in our hosts’ bed, curled up and very comfy. Now he wonders how he “got by him” – Commando Wayne strikes again.

PS I slept for 11 hours only getting up once to help him use the toilet. Felt like a new person.