This is Rick doing his morning "thing". Shaver, toothbrush, commode chair and the works!
I hoyer him out of bed and then into the commode and then into his motorized chair so he can do his "thing".
Then we sat on the edge of the earth, with our feet dangling over the side and MARVELLED that we had found each other! Not even ALS/MND (Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis or Motor Neurone Disease) or Lou Gehrig's Disease will keep us apart!
He holds me with almighty hands
He bears me up on eagles wings
And when my soul is burdened down
He sets my feet on holy ground
He sets my feet on holy ground
And there between the cross and crown
The King of Glory, He comes down
Anointing oil is in His hand
The healing balm of Gilead
He is the balm of Gilead
And in the presence of my pain
The foe without, the foe within
He beckons me to come and dine
And in my wounds pours oil and wine
And in my wounds pours oil and wine