Lately, I’ve felt my life has, in the words of Paul Simon, been “slip sliding away..”
slip sliding away
slip sliding away
you know the nearer your destination
the more you’re slip sliding away
-lyrics from song by Paul Simon
There’s an inevitability about my wife’s deteriorating dementia, only one way this story will end. Sure, we all will die, but the process with her is agonizingly slow.
Yes, I do my best to make the most of the moments when she is happy, when life is simple, when it’s possible to forget what’s really going on. But, then she puts her pants on backwards, asks me where the bathroom is, or asks me if I’m married.
There’s a balance I struggle to find each day, somewhere between grief and joy, the reality that there’s a caregiving job to do and gratefulness for all the blessings of our shared life together.
Some things are “slip, sliding away,” but we can still have a perfect day.
tio stib
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Travels with Tio 
Well said, Tio; life’s a constant struggle, but you find the perfect notes for song.
Thank you. Perhaps you share with me a fondness for one of Nature’s idyllic songs, that of rushing water over a boulder strewn stream.
Good fishing!