I miss him. That's pretty much all there is to say about it.
Many have asked me to write. The crux is, I have nothing to say. Yet.
Crazy thing is, we're getting picked up by all kinds of medical blogs and that didn't happen until he was gone. Bill was just the kind of man who would have appreciated that what he was going through - what we were going through - could somehow help someone else.
His clothes still hang in the closet, his fishing tackle still sits in the garage, his flashlights are still in the bedside table. Sundays are still a killer. Sundays were our special days. Bill left us on Easter Sunday.
So many things he would have enjoyed this week. Little Miss landed a great job and is close to landing a great internship. She's only 28 credit hours from graduating, but she has the resources to continue on - so that's the plan. All the grandies are growing and doing their thing. I finally painted some walls in the house and I'm sleeping in the bed.
Then, there are some things he would have worried over. Business issues still haunting us. His mother's affairs still aren't in order. A few of the kids are suffering. Willy Splinter is sleeping in the bed with me.
Finally pulled myself together enough to order a grave marker when we came upon the 6-month mark. It's curious now how time flies. It was Spring. Now it is Fall.
I asked my Tracey to accompany me to the cemetery on Sunday to plant the Cottonwood Tree and put out the Deer Dope. She videotaped the event with my iPhone and before it was over we were both sobbing. If I lay it out without editing it, we may all get to sobbing.
My name is Rhonda Brantley and my husband, Billy Ray Brantley suffered from Early Onset Alzheimer's Dementia. This is the best shot we have at documenting daily living.
Hi! Just to say I was here and thinking of you. :-))
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