All is good on the western front. Bob's memory is getting longer and longer. He's also remembering where we live and directions to other towns. It's not 100% of the time, but it's a lot better than having an argument and having to prove our location by getting mail and his driver's license out as proof.
My worries about letting Bob go to church without me tagging along by his side was not all for nothing. No, nothing went wrong. This morning, I had to leave the house for a few minutes before my t got in the shower. I ask him if he will be alright getting a shower and doing his morning routine by himself. He said he didn't think he could do it without me getting things that he needs and reminding him of things to do.
So, I got all of his things out, ran through the list of tasks, then left. When I returned, Bob not only did everything that needed done, he was able to put on those awfully tight compression socks. If have never had the privilege of putting compression socks on, it's like putting a round peg in a square whole and making it fit.
Reminder: One-year celebration, May 29th at United Methodist Church, 1771 W. Harvard Ave, Roseburg, Oregon, 2-4pm.
Fireside sing-a-long, 2147 SE Lois St., Roseburg, Oregon, 7pm (BYOB and lawn chairs)
Donations for Bob's continued recovery: Bob Pirie Fund, Umpqua Bank, Main Street, Roseburg, Oregon, 97470, Attn: Caryn Martin
Bob and Jan
Christmas Eve
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