He had a wonderful relationship with his God. Along the line of Moses in the Old Testament.
At one point Tevye complains. “The Book says,” he begins. “The Lord chastens who he loves.”
Then he throws his dart. “Could you please love us just a little bit less?”
Recently someone was commenting on my family’s run of bad luck (if we dare use that word). About 20 years ago all of Miriam’s paintings were burned up in a fire we had nothing to do with. No insurance, of course.
Then about a decade later Miriam is diagnosed with AD. If there is a life changing event that was one. Then this year our house, the only house we have ever owned is destroyed by water.
We were not involved directly in any of those three events. I suppose I could/should have badgered the city to put a berm up around their project. I remember being told that this pipe modification would be to my benefit. I could have, but I believed their young engineers.
I am not angry with God for any of these events. God and I have some questions between us and we are both aware of it, but not that one. Anger is not well used against things you have no control of, though that is what usually happens, it seems.
An exchange of email with friend David yesterday put my mind to rest a little. I have had no word from anyone on the disaster.
“Things will work out okay. I'm confidant of that.”
This blog began as a spot to vent about my life with Miriam and her time with Alzheimer's disease.
She was diagnosed in '99 and her decline has been quite slow. In fact some of our best years of our long marriage have been these recent years.
Alzherimer's, at least her version is a disease of waiting. One shoe drops and it can be a very long time before the other one drops.
So life goes on.
At the beginning of this blog I told the story of our courtship and marriage, about out family and our personal journey with this disease. The part that scares the most is the anticipation as the disease slowly progresses.
So, I will touch on that subject from time to time, but the entries will tend toward comments on life. I'll leave politics and religion for others to worry about, not that I don't have strong opinions!
I have my hands full just looking after my wonderful Miriam.
We met when we were 6, began dating at 15 and have been together since. We will have our 56th anniversary this June.
We have four wonderful daughters. Smart, independent, awesome. They have given us 7 grandsons and 4 granddaughters. None of them are little any more. The oldest is 28 and married, the youngest is 14.
Until this last fall we lived in a hosue I designed and built in the '70's and it is pretty weird and wild, but very comfortable. Last summer the girls came to the conclusion that I really did need help dealing with Miriam. Now we live on a couple acres with daughter 1.
Life has been good. There is not much I would do different even if I could. We are rich beyond belief but chronically short of cash!
And, unless stated otherwise all the photographs are mine.