281→Husband Journey: It’s Automatic
Over the last few weeks I have been speaking to Robert via FaceTime calls. It takes the stress off of me: I don’t have to sit in a hot car and take a Covid test before entering the nursing home, and, in addition, I have a houseful of stuff with which to stimulate his brain. I am finding that since the stents were inserted to open clogged arteries, he seems to be more alert. When I get a Facetime call from the nursing home, I greet Robert, wait for the din around him to die down and begin, or try … Continue reading →