Hold my Hand


Psalm 30:12 To the end that my glory may sing praise to You and not be silent. O Lord my God, I will give thanks to You forever.

Cara and Great Uncle Mike April, 2012

We went to the chiropractor today, and from there we did lunch at Saw Mill Grille & Spirits. On the way into the restaurant I kept slowing down to wait for Mike to catch up. On the way out of the restaurant, Mike held my hand as he slowly shuffled across the street to the car.

When we got home this afternoon, Mike sat of the sofa, flannel jacket on, covered with a blanket, and fell asleep. I stayed quiet so he would stay sleeping as long as he needed. When he woke up he said he had to go out and trim the bushes under the trees. I convinced him he didn’t need to do that, leave it for the landscapers to handle! He went downstairs to watch tv, and fall asleep more. I went upstairs and finished my second diamond painting project.

At 5:30 we left for dinner at church, and Wednesday night services. I walked slow getting into the building and stayed pretty much even with Mike. We enjoyed a great meal, and a great service; and on the way out this evening, again Mike held my hand and shuffled slowly to the car. I had parked right in front of the building and used my handicapped plaque for him. After we got back to the house, Mike was interested in watching some tv, but I was more interested in getting ready to sleep.

As I prepare for this evening I am reminded that past experiences can negatively taint current events. My major focus has to be keeping my mind on the good and on the Lord to guide and direct me as I try to work out this specific portion of the puzzle of dementia with Mike. And I know the minute I think I have a handle on it, it will all change and I will have to start over. I am hoping, and praying, having Mike at the Bennett House on Mondays will allow me some time away to refresh myself and have a better outlook overall.

Published by motherpooh

I am a Mom and a Grandma. I like photography, genealogy, scrapbooking, canning, and gardening

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