This part of the journey is full of sharp turns, rough patches, bumpy stretches, and is sometimes just plain unpleasant. But this is also a time filled with precious moments.
It is a struggle now to type. I can’t put all the blame on Tobii. My eyesight is definitely changing, most likely due to a cataract in my “good” eye. So I’m not sure how much more writing I can do.
Tears are a problem, too. They just happen more often these days. Can’t see a thing with teary eyes. Besides, crying steams up my glasses.
Gifts and blessings
A beautiful prayer quilt, a gift from some kind people, most of whom don’t even know us.
Special visits from very special friends.
Our church and my handbell peeps pulling off a delightful “mini-concert” on Sunday. This was no easy feat, I know.
Pet therapy with hospice dog Bonnie
A very special, intimate, scaled-back and moved up wedding to be held in just a few days in our own backyard.
Heart-to-heart moments shared with precious people, with or without words.
Remembering that day 38 years ago this Thursday when Alan and I took our vows.
So much to be thankful for. But it’s so hard when the “anxiety” or “panic” or whatever it is hits. Sometimes my muscles – the few that can – clench violently, especially my jaw. It’s happening nightly now. Hospice is working hard to help get this under control. They have been wonderful.
So much more to say.
But the things that matter most have been said.
I love you.
God is faithful. I trust Him.