First, a little reminder and explanation. My husband has early onset Alzheimer’s. So this makes me an unlikely caregiver of him and my brother who is disabled with sle lupus. Our home is a duplex so both of them have their “own” house and I roam freely between the two. Being a caregiver was never part of my original plan in life and I came ill prepared. Humor sometimes helps the situations.
I was in my pj’s, in bed with my notebook, pen and Ipod. He came in. “Are you making brownies for me?”
“No, I made you a coconut cream pie and I have gave you a piece.”
“Why do you pretend like you do nice things for me?”
I shook my head, got up and went to the kitchen and made brownies.
I brought out a brownie and a glass of milk. He said, “You already fed me pie, are you trying to kill me?”
I laughed, “Just with love. Enjoy!”
The truth is that someday, probably not too far in the future, these memories will be all I have to enjoy. I guess the point is that treasuring them is important and loving him is worth it.