Sitting in my rocking chair, glancing up every few minutes at Bob resting on his left side, so he can wear his right ear hearing aide, I feel like I have been on this road before. Remembering the hospital beds after surgeries that we have survived thanks to good doctors and nurses, I am thankful that we have come thru it together. We have picked ourselves up and gone on to a better day. We moved on to new adventures and better times.
But this time is different. We are surviving alright but with new knowledge and new glances at our future. And it is definitely a one day at a time thing. We brought my rocking chair to the facility so I can sit here and write or read at my leisure. Each day I have been driving the 22 miles from our home to walk down the long corridors to Bobs memory care unit to sit and make small talk with Bob. He is always very glad to see me and I give him big hugs but sometimes he wants to get up and sometimes he doesn’t. He is just really tired and my heart aches for him.

Today he says he has a backache. I head out for an aide to see if I can get some help for him. The aides here are wonderful. So cheerful yet matter of fact. I don’t know how they do it. Anytime I talk to them they are ready to solve whatever problem has arisen. And they do it day after day, and with concern. I am so thankful we found the right place to go thru this trying part of our lives.
Another day in our lives. Bob gives me a big hug and says “I love you honey” and my heart swells as I say “I love you too, honey “. I know that this is where I belong right now, and I am thankful that I can still drive our car and come to see him.