I'm back in the weekend routine of getting up, doing a few things like laundry and dishes then driving to the nursing home to spend time with Jim.
I thought I was done with that in September when I brought him home. I didn't want to think about a time when he might have to go back. Didn't want to believe that we would be going through the same thing all over again. I feel like he's slipping away and I can't stop it from happening.
The new place is much nicer and the staff is very attentive an caring. It's not as good as having him home but I feel he is being taken care of. Tonight while we were sitting in the dining room waiting for dinner to arrive I was holding his right hand. He has tremors in it and if I hold it sometimes it calms it a bit. Anyway as he was holding my hand slowly he brought it up to his mouth and kissed it and then looked at me and smiled. It was such a touching moment for me, I just wanted to grab him up, hold him and make him feel safe.
I pray that the physical and occupational therapy he is receiving helps him enough to allow his return home. Until then I will make the trek to see him so he knows I haven't given up on him.
Good night - - - Nancy
