....were great! That became a familiar theme whenever someone asked how we were doing. I would say "we're well; we're having a good day." Sure, Dad and I had difficult days, tough times, frustrations, but I can honestly say that we never had a "bad" day. How so? We were living one day at a time in the Lord's grace. Our cares were cast upon Him. He is our Advocate and Protector. Nothing about our family's situation caught Him off guard nor left Him wondering what He was going do. I am thankful that the Lord has His plans, but never any back-up plans.
Dementia added many complications to our lives, but no matter its difficulties, Dad never did anything wrong. When challenges arose, we would pause, take a breath, step back, admit that the challenge was not a big deal, set things in order and move on with our day. So no difficult day was ever a bad day, a day that made me regret my life with Dad or our family's decisions regarding his care. But many days were great. The Lord gave us many days where He miraculously subdued some of the disease's difficulties. He certainly tamed our/my reaction to the hardships, and gave us/me greater wisdom about what is important and what's not. So the good, but challenging days, were often surrounded by great days, filled with the kindness of the Lord, and love, both given and received, for our Dad.
Every day was a gift. And I thank the Lord for adding blessing to some days just in time to help me hold it together. And He often lavished that refreshment through my Dad, by leading him to cooperate in some simple way, or even better, an expression of appreciation or affection.
Good times! And yes of course, I miss them.
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