Our plan all along was to visit our friends Skip and Cathy at Inlet Beach. They vacation there every year for 10 days around Labor Day. This has been a ritual of ours as they include us. Normally, we go down about mid-week and stay until Monday, however this year we went down the first part of the week. It was splendid. Just the four of us for a few days, then folks started trickling in. WB slept until he woke up and napped often. No place to go, no place to be, just enjoying each others' company and laughing out loud at WB and the odd things he remembers. He confided in Skip the troubles he is having with speech and cognition. It was huge, for everyone. Again, unless you are around this everyday, it is extremely hard to understand.
This new round of stimulus has been good for him. It was Dr. Counce who said, "there will come a time when you cannot give him everything that he needs." How right she was. I would have never insisted on him making his own lunch, requiring him to use the iron, having him peal the potatoes. But these small things will keep him active, give him purpose, allow his mind to flow through to his hands and perhaps prompt him to finish a task or lay out something other than the mayo for a sandwhich.
Laying it all out there with this level of transparency was at first very hard to do. Admitting that I had my hands full was even tougher. I don't know if Bill understands this anymore, but the love that comes to this house is precious to me. To know at times like these that you are not alone is immeasurable. It absolutely fills me up.
What a test.