The song is playing in the background, trying to bring myself back out of chaos that started with a simple solar install on the shed for the fans and as he walked away, shoulder’s slumped, not from the chaos, but from the burden of Alzheimers and the various other life threatening disease’s Homer lives with and has lived with now for decades… Yet, he thrives…

I’ll take credit for that… If I hadn’t been able to complete my own journey out of darkness, I wouldn’t have been much help with his journey through RA diagnosis, a Triple bypass with no alternatives left, a neuropathy that steals his desire to eat a normal meal or comb his hair…

The alzheimer’s is just one of many things his body is doing to stop him from thriving…

That’s not on my bucket list…

I’ll take these stumbles we encounter in simple projects and hope like hell, he doesn’t lose a hand or finger playing with his power toys, or dig a hole in the wrong place…

But he’s thriving…

When we married 32 years ago, a T-bone steak, big ass baked potato smothered in everything bad, then go out drinking that night and get up go to work and do it all over again… We did that until he quit drinking in 01… and that’s when I noticed, really noticed a pattern to certain behaviors… but I was wrapped up in my own chaos…

Fast forward 32 years later… He’s still thriving, when at every turn, he should have been 6 feet under decades ago… all because I made choices to change our lifestyle and he decided to stick around for the ride… and what a ride we have had…

Grandkids, great grandkids, and me finding my way back, so that what lies ahead is all about thriving…

I remember…

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