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With the windows rolled down, and the
wind blowing against my face, I lean back into the seat. The
brilliant sun warms me as I feel my tensions easing.
The rumbling of the engine under my
feet from my husband??™s ??™57 Chevy, helps to block out
distressing recent news about my mother. As we return
occasional waves to passing motorists, I remember our
difficulties with my mom??™s behavior due to her Alzheimer??™s.
???I DON??™T WEAR glasses!??? she yelled at
my older sister at her inquiry days earlier. Knowing our
mother is walking around nearly blind is upsetting to us
both. Because she wears a colostomy, it??™s now becoming to
her as an unwanted foreign object. She promptly removes it
and flushes it down the toilet. This has resulted in
hundreds of dollars in repairs by the owner of the facility
where she lives.
As heavenly therapy, the radio??™s 50??™s
music is blaring from the car radio. I smile and lean close
to my husband and sway to the beat, smiling at the
???thumbs-up??™ sign from a young teen in the car next to us.
As an invisible ???force-field??? around
me, I enjoy the calming reassurance of support and love from
my family especially my husband. Occasionally, he revs the
engine and his hotrod lunges forward. Laughing as teenagers,
we cuddle together enjoying the moment God??™s blessed us
with.
It seems as if time stands still, and
we are experiencing that special touch from our Lord to knit
our hearts together bringing unity and strength to battle
this insidious disease which I hate.
Seeing my mother slowly losing her
dignity and character is tearing away at our souls. The only
safe place to retreat, to bring about lasting peace, is in
the arms of God. It just happens that on those several
occasions, His arms are wrapped around a black ??™57 Chevy.
?© 2005 Ginny Rodriguez |
