Clouding over

Babu hates when she views the world outside of her window and it’s cloudy.  She’ll say:  “No sunshine today?” and not just once.  I’m always more concerned about the clouds that move across her, across her face when she just can’t grasp a memory, or, even worse for her, a word, the clouds that move across her mind when she thinks about details, and people, and love she once knew clearly.

sky

I have written about this before and will again, is she loosing mental capability or am I just watching too closely, looking for monsters under the bed and creating them in doing so?  I ask her all the time to cut herself some slack when things aren’t easy for her, she’s 98!, but I need to let go, too.  Let go of wanting to control, stave off, look closely to catch the earliest sign…

The Daily Post Prompt: Clouds

 

Advertisements

2 Comments Add yours

  1. barbwit says:

    This is the hardest part – for both of you. Courage, and keep smiling.at each other.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Thank you. She doesn’t at all have the struggles other people have. I try to keep focused on the gratitude!

      Liked by 1 person

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s