Perhaps, one of the most difficult things about living with someone, whose disabilities get worse by the day, is this. I had to bring groceries in alone (well, Tigger and Teddy supervised), put them away alone and move onto my next tasks alone.
My husband is still in bed today and my daughter has gone home. The only sound in the part of the house is Teddy licking Butch’s ear.
In the back part the house, the husband has on fox news and the few minutes I spent there has me in tears. I can hear Billy’s voice and so many of my other vets, just like Vietnam, I can only imagine the slaughter that is to come. I have no answers today for any of this; only tears. The memories and fears all all mine with no one to share them with. I’m not sure I could share them. I just pray, if anyone is struggling with any of this, they can reach out and talk to someone. I am here.
Joyful Healing, Dogs and Quilts 