Little sleep, less food, but my tasks are at hand. My pain give me little time to pack things for Jim, my joints you sit on are fractured. The pain passes, 2 pills might put me in a state as is I'm not there already, anyway far less than he has to endure. Jim has progressed little, his mind is somewhere else, a friend is making music cd's for him to stimulate his brain and maybe make him happy. I'm on faith whatever it might be, faith is about doing, You are how you act, not just how you believe, from Mitch Albom. Simple words that are speaking to me.
I try not to cry, it brings the sadness I can not endure. I will make his items tomorrow without tears, then the next task.
Jim and I have been together 32 years, having fun, fighting, this year has been especially hard, now I wish I had those days to be forgiven. In the hospital room, I told him how much I loved him, "really, you're too beautiful to love me like this". "well I do, forever, no mater, no if's, no exceptions."
I m going to read the posts before I publish them since they have become very personal to me.