Missing him

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Submitted by ggevalt on Thu, 07/15/2010 - 11:28

I feel the wind on my neck, the warm, dry air. It is so nice to walk out here with Sidney. He gets out so little these days. He doesn't remember even when we do come out, he doesn't remember who he is or where we are, that this was a field he used to plow, that this was land he used to work. Sidney doesn't remember that.

The wind is nice today. It is strong. It has upset Sidney's hat, so I'll adjust it. There you go.

It's hardest when Sidney doesn't know who I am, that I am his wife of 53 years. Today is one of those days. I love coming to this field, standing in this warm, dry air, but it is so hard to be here when he doesn't know me, doesn't know the land. I do so miss him. I do so miss him remembering.

 

 

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Sidney

Submitted by mbrayer on Thu, 07/15/2010 - 11:33.

You made me smile, a bittersweet smile. I remember once, during a time of extreme illness and stress, a look passed between my parents as they said good-bye to each other for the day, not knowing if it would be the last time. The look they exchanged was evident in their words.Thank you.

Crazy lady

Submitted by Heygym5 on Thu, 07/15/2010 - 11:42.

Maybe if she took off his handcuffs, he could get back to plowing the field. Crazy lady!

Perhaps she would if she could find the key. Maybe it's under his cap! Crazy lady!

Maybe her fingers are stuck! crazy lady!

Where did I park the car? Crazy lady!