Sad realization

As things progress, despite the number of trips each day and distractions along the way (stopping to visit family, watch sailing competitions at local college, run an errand, stop at A&W for a shake and burger (our first date included A&W) or whatever, is seems that we are increasingly unable to find “home”.

The arrival at “home” usually includes her greeting Lillie (our dog) with “We’re home”. And a bit of puttering around. (Lillie travels with us on our trips). I hear a little less of that each week. Our days are usually spent at her grandparents home in Honey Brook PA. Which is a good thing. Helps with responding to questions and conversations. A place of great childhood memories.

However as the day progresses into evening, the place we are leaving changes to-a clinic, school, church, work, etc. And when we get ‘home’ there is usually kind of a resigned “ok, will we be leaving in the morning?” Or sometimes, this is not my home, etc. I know it is most likely sundowning. And there is not much one can do.

Speaking of sundowning. Man, there is so much stuff out there on this. I have made a few attempts to read up on sundowning. Quickly over come with TMI……

Again

Thanks for listening.