Joan here...with two empty sheds!

It has been a few days since I have written anything because I am very busy with packing...mostly throwing out and sorting "stuff"!

Rick and I have been trying to squeeze in a few rides in between everything. It has been so beautiful outside. One of our favorite things to do is to go on long rides and talk and talk and talk. Every time we drive somewhere on the highway he always says how much he loves the prairies! He checks out the fields as we drive. He spent a lot of time driving equipment on the fields on their farm growing up. We have been going up and down to Whitemouth and even got in a drive to Portage La Prairie in on the weekend.

Some of our children and nephew came on Saturday to help us move. I have been finding it a bit stressful with having to make the decisions on the spot where and what goes here and there.

We spent some time with the grand kids in the middle of the outside move. It was so beautiful and warm outside. Rick and I are drinking in every moment we can sit in the backyard.

I looked out our kitchen window the other day and there he was sitting on the bench in front of the fountain. I could see him looking all over the yard from flower bed to flower bed. He then started crying. I went out and put my arms around him and sat on the bench with him. I asked him what was making him so sad at that moment. He said that every where he looked it is so full of memories. Memories of how we picked out that special plant together. How we decided where we were going to put it. How each tree and bush and plant held so many memories for him. So, we both just sat and held each other and cried. We both agreed though that it was the right time that we leave here as he can feel his body getting weaker each day.

His hands are shaking a lot and we discovered that he can't hold soup in a plastic spoon to eat. We have been using paper plates and plastic cutlery lately to make life simpler. So I have to be more attentive in making sure he has a larger metal spoon. Little things that remind us of how this disease is progressing. It was heart breaking for Rick to discover that. Eventually he will not be able to eat by himself so this is the first step towards that end. I told him that I would take care of him and make sure that I would feed him and if he was really lucky I would even play airplane! He looked at me and we both burst out laughing! Humor is like medicine to the soul!