Hardening Our Hearts

[poliphilo]

We put some of her racing memorabilia in front of my mother and she was going, "What's this? What's it for?" and we knew there was really no reason to hang onto any of it any longer.

Every so often we have a spurt of ruthlessness. We went through drawers containing my father's stuff (he's been dead for over a decade) and found we'd been treasuring his hearing aids and odd socks. Into the bin with the lot of them!

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[faeriefiles.livejournal.com]

It's hard to watch them change into another person. Mine happened all at once with the accident and it took us nearly thirteen years to get him stabilized but he's also still physically active too which as you know is a blessing. Generally his mental capacity is that of a spoiled belligerent teenager. He usually thinks I'm his mother sometimes he thinks I'm some strange lady who won't leave his house like a babysitter or something. It is definitely an adventure. I've chosen to break all the "rules" of spousal care-giving sooo LOL it's a bumpy ride now and then, but I did choose the job.