Monday the 23rd of January 2008
I long for the days when the two of us were happy and healthy. Where I didn't have to keep an eye on my dear Petunia. To make things easier for her, today I spent the day with Petunia making notes
to place around the house. They are everywhere, on all the drawers, all the cupboards and on every type of container possible. I knew she found it embarrassing, she hates asking for help, she has
too much pride.
Petunia and I were talking about the future. She was saying how the future is scary, it will be filled with long and lonely days that she will not be able to remember anything. Her recent memories
were already fading but yet she remembers her childhood like it happened only yesterday. While we were talking about her future we played around with the idea that when things get too bad then
Petunia will move into a nursing home. I told her that I will do everything possible to keep her out of there for as long as I can.
It was her 86th birthday about a week ago. Our daughter Sarah gave her mother a scrapbook filled with photos of everyone enjoying themselves. Under each picture was a small piece of script
describing everything that happened that day. Petunia said that it was the best present she could have been given so that when she's having a bad day and has forgotten everything, then she can
take a peek in the album and look at the great life she has lived.
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