After visiting the care home for about 6 weeks now, I have come to recognize many of the visiting spouses and family members. Sadly, there are not a lot who come regularly. The ones who do, develop an unspoken bond of sadness, pain and also deep love.

I am extremely fortunate as Wayne is a delight to visit and loves to go walking. I read silly, funny things to him and we laugh a lot.

Yesterday we visited a large drug store and he pushed the cart for me. Yes, it was a nice thing for him to do.
We settled on a case of water for his room – he appears to like to carry his water bottle around and hopefully drinks more this way.

It was touching to go visit “K”, a lady on his former ward. She walked toward me with a puzzled look but once she realized who I was, fairly ran to me with open arms. Stayed to encourage her to eat dinner but very little was touched.

I see a husband walking his wife (quite advanced stage) and he looks shocked. Have never seen him miss a dinner with her.

Another lady has her husband regularly and a son and daughter. They sit with her wrapped in their arms and she is content.

They are the fortunate ones – - -