Meditation Times with Elma

AN ODYSSEY THROUGH THE TROUBLED SEAS OF DEMENTIA A LOVE STORYIt had gone to episodes of sudden confusion and rage,triggered by nothing I could ever identify. Then paranoia,people upstairs in our home to be taken care of somehow.I told her: We re in a new season. We ve never been oldbefore. We ve got to learn to trust God in this time too. The discharging nurse s last greeting was: It ll get worse . . . Keith , she said: Don t be afraid. It s going to be all right. She was unbelievable reassuring me.By then she had lost almost all of her abilities even to hold afork or to scratch her own nose.She initiated her own blink signals: one for yes , two for kisses , three for I love you . Dance? o yes, we still danced.Jitter-bug moves seated. If you were watching, probablypretty comic. .It s this period, three years of the Last Season, that began tohold a sweetness for us.