Cheryl sees many shapes and things and people that I cannot. I wish I could see through her eyes just once in awhile. I might have a greater understanding and appreciation of what she is going through.

Yesterday as I left sitting at the table with another gentleman waiting for dinner, I suddenly realized that in many ways she is gone. It saddened me deeply and I cried a bit. She is staying at a memory care facility while I go to visit my sister across the country.

I am hoping for a great visit. We have not been together for two years.

Sleeping last night was very hard as I expected it to be. I thought about Cheryl and hoped she would not be too disoriented or afraid. She is more of both lately. Several times over the last couple of months she made reference to being gone. The first time I sat with her and listened. She was convinced she would not be available to have her hair cut in August. She is still here physically but her words are a mystery often. It is frustrating to her that she cannot find the names of her family and friends. It is frustrating to me that I cannot guess the correct words and help.

I hope she knows who I am when I get back. I wonder who will I be when I get back. But if not I will need to figure out a greater amount of care for her. A meditation for another day.

Carpe Diem.