The beginning of the end chapter 28
For whatever reason "the boys" would not let go, and that place between life and death lingered on. Sheri and the girls stole the mattress from Bobs old bed and placed it on the floor next to the hospital bed that guarded Bobs lifeless body. Sheri rested on the floor next to him. The low chest rattle of Bob's breathing was both a comfort that he was still with her, yet prevented her from sleeping for fear she would miss his final breath. Hospice was amazed he was holding on so much longer than expected, his physical appearance had deteriorated well beyond a point that human eyes should see.
but one thing it did confirm for Sheri, was that this body we are in, this shell, is only whats protects our souls while we are on this earth, it does not define who we are.
Then shall the dust return to the earth as it was: and the spirit shall return unto God Who gave it (Ecclesiastes 12:7).
This blog is about life with my husband who was diagnosed with Early Onset Alzheimer's and Frontal Lobe Dementia in 2008. He was 64 at the time although now, knowing more about the disease, Alzheimer's was present many, many years ago, which is why early detection is so important. As you read the blog the character "Al" that I created in 2008, represents the way that Alzheimer's is invading our daily lives.
There is an archive tab further down the page that starts from the beginning of our journey.
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Tuesday, September 25, 2018
Friday, June 10, 2016
Living with Bob and "Al"
Dear "Al",
Sheri would appreciate it very much if you stop waking Bob up every hour. Sheri promises she won't let you miss "work" or choir.
P.S. a little more to the left in the bathroom department would be even more appreciated.
Love, Sheri
Sheri would appreciate it very much if you stop waking Bob up every hour. Sheri promises she won't let you miss "work" or choir.
P.S. a little more to the left in the bathroom department would be even more appreciated.
Love, Sheri
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