One Day at a Time

"One day at a time," that's how we roll these days.  I thought I would give you a bit of an update on the Crappie King.  We went the end of April to Mercy Hospital for his second driver evaluation and he passed:) The only change was he went from driving locally to driving locally with me accompanying him.  Driving is such an important part of independence.  There has been some more cognitive decline just since November.  The memory medicine known as "Exelon" has been doubled to see if this might help to slow it down.  Bill thinks he has Parkinson's.  At first I thought this might be because of the stigma in our society regarding the rainbow of dementias such as Alzheimer's, but now I am beginning to think he is just stuck on the Parkinson's term because that was the official diagnosis in the beginning of this path we are now on.  I find it strange how some very close to Bill don't notice it and how some strangers pick up on it immediately.  Perhaps it is because of our love for Bill that we don't want to accept what is happening or maybe because

Last Labor Day and this Memorial Bill needed help with his beloved Pinata game.

Bill always wanted to pass his love of fishing on, think he has succeeded

Time marches on grandchildren growing up

Nobody moves the  old "Lion King" out of his chair at the fish fry

Bill has captured a stray kitty and the grandies named her "Minnow."

 others have walked this trail before us and easily recognize it, and also because Bill is just like many others in this disease  able to still fake it for short periods of time, so it is hard to believe.  Medically this is referred to as "shining for loved ones," in Bill's case, it's easy to remember he was a "gifted bull-shitter."