love

Yesterday Dad showed me how much he loves Mom.

She was very confused and didn't know who any of us were-at one point, while Dad was cleaning the inside of the car for us, she walked outside and then took off toward the pole barn. He was very concerned and said,"What are we going to do with her, Susan?"

Even in his own dementia he knows she is losing ground. I said that one day she may have to go to a nursing home-Dad said,"Then I will have to go with her-I would never let her go alone."

This is love-until death do us part, in sickness and in health.