I believe there’s still beauty in my husband Richard’s life, in spite of his late stage dementia.
He savors home cooked meals from pasta to pot roast, finishing every bite.
He visits Monet and Matisse in museums, trips hosted by caring guides.
He glides across crystal blue lakes in sunshine on pontoon boat rides.
He listens to live music in his living room, lounging in his favorite chair.
He’s surrounded by loving staff, loving residents, and they’re respectful of each other.
Richard’s comfortable, cozy and content.
He is blessed. And so am I.