Time

Her birthday is tomorrow, she'll be 84. As time goes on I don't know if it's harder on me or harder on her. I feel like I'm loosing the one that I need the most, for her it's equally if not harder because she feels herself slipping away. She knows she has good days and bad days and they are hard on her because she hears herself asking the same questions over and over. She's not feeling the greatest, I don't know what to do with her anymore. I did make her laugh the other day when I told her about my visit and the conversation about the lube. As soon as I said "I saw your friend" her face broke out in a smile and she giggled and said "You had fun?". It made my heart happy, I do my best to treasure and enjoy those times when we have them.