Tonight I came home to the pronouncement that "walking is getting more and more difficult". That is worth a tear wouldn't you say? Or perhaps a good sit down cry. We own that place in our heart, with our own hidden entrance.
Russ slips away piece by gentle piece. I watch, he lives. We talk about it, but the depths of the unknown remain locked inside until the moment we find it necessary to express them. We are not shy about sharing, but we both hope to delay those tough moments of reality being voiced. Sad as it is, many of these blog entires are the kinds of entries one hopes not to have to experience personally. Thankfully some are joyful and some yummy...all are based on a true story.
and here is my guy, the beginning of my true story...
Looks like 4th of July parade, Waitsfield, Vermont