Category Archives: Lasting Love
Our Downstairs Routine
4:12 am – I am awake. Whether Cindy woke me or not I seldom know for sure, but I do know she appears agitated, which sometimes occurs around this time of night. Her hospital bed does not align seamlessly with … Continue reading
Live Each Event as Your Last
On Thursday, September 19, Cindy and I celebrated our 33rd anniversary. I planned to make this day special by pushing Cindy in the stroller up the old wagon road to the peak of Haystack Mountain. From there I would carry … Continue reading
The Stroller and Kirk Junior
Everything is in place now from our move downstairs. Most mornings I transfer Cindy from the hospital bed in our “bedroom” to enjoy the outdoors on our porch. Facilitating this transfer is our new door to the porch that Cindy’s … Continue reading
Of Dreams and Melatonin
I woke up around 4 am thinking about a caregiver I met online whose situation is worse than mine. I mentioned this is an important ingredient for staying healthy, being more concerned for others than myself. Still, any health benefits … Continue reading
With Help from Our Friends
For our move downstairs a few things had to happen. Thankfully both Cindy and I belonged to various communities over the years. With a little help from all these friends our transition was smooth and near complete. The first task … Continue reading
Keeping Active as a Caregiver
Cindy often dozes these days, but practicing the American Discovery symphony seems to wake her up better than most things I do. She even used to “sing” along with the lyrics I created for the Kindness and Joy movements, which … Continue reading
The Sadness that Defies Depression
As I look out the window from where we spend most of our days, out towards our Emerson Street neighborhood, I notice our neighbor’s car missing from the driveway across the street. The car should be there this time of … Continue reading
Seizure!
As I was doing my town errands on a Friday, the day the local bank gives out delicious cookies, I was stopped and asked how Cindy was doing. Usually I answer with “still smiling,” but I could not say that … Continue reading
Spirit of Love
The past couple of weeks I struggled with some injuries. The first one was a strained pectoral muscle, which I first felt when I woke up in the morning, but soon discovered that how I moved Cindy likely was the … Continue reading
