Miriam is still with us.
When I get up close and tell her I love her, she grunts two or three grunts and I know she understood and replied to my statement. We have had some fairly good conversations that way.
She can not eat nor swallow, but her heart is strong. The schedule is hers, but she is not getting better, and we will lose her.
Today I began another mourning stage; I had my hair cut very short and I shaved off my mustache and beard. In some cultures the man cuts off his hair to demonstrate his mourning.
The Big Book talks about putting on sack cloth and ashes. This is my version.
Gratitude #83 - Sweet Biddies!
4 years ago