Always Together in Dementiaville, or Not

Romeo has lived in the nursing home now for nearly eight months. It's so hard to digest that. On one level, it seems that we have always been apart. On another, it feels as if we've never been apart. It's a funny place to hang, not being together but being together. Not really together, but together. Not apart, not together.

At various times throughout this difficult eight months (has it really been that long?!), I've reminded Romeo that I'm always with him, even when I'm not there in the room with him. Usually I would tell him this when he was sad to see me go, when he didn't want me to leave, when his tears began. It was a way to remind him of our togetherness, of the strong bond that brought each into the other's life. It was a way to comfort him.

But what I didn't realize until recently is that this works the other way as well! Romeo is always with me, especially when I'm not in his room with him. And knowing this settles me, calms me.

From the moment we met, Romeo and I have felt like we have been together since before the beginning of time and that we'll be together forever, that there is no end to our being together. Even when we're apart. Yep, this is definitely so.

Whisper Of Angels

I was yours before the first morn broke
Before the sun that woke the earth
And I was yours before rain kissed the ground
Before the first dawn's sound was heard.

I'll be the whisper of angels
And I'll be the frost on your glass
And I'll be the shadows at twilight
I'll be your first, your last.

I'm the rush -- the fire in your veins
Across the desert plains I ride.
I'm the ache the sound that midnight makes
A streak of star across the sky.

I'll be the whisper of angels
And I'll be the frost on your glass
And I'll be the shadows at twilight
I'll be your first, your last.