As The Curmudgeon is beginning to have more bad days than good, we work hard to make his good days more fun.  I have less free time since on his bad days I have to be on my toes and ready for anything.

     It saddens both of us that we can no longer do the things we used to enjoy doing together.   I miss going fishing.  It’s not the same without him along.  He doesn’t walk well so walking along an uneven river bank is no longer possible.

      We no longer go to dog shows, something we always enjoyed.

     This time of year he used to enjoy helping to create a wild look and sound for our porch for trick or treat night.  Now it’s just G and I working on it.

     I hate to see the pain in his eyes as another thing he loves to do is crossed off his can do list.

     If wishes were horses than beggars would ride.  If my wishes were anything, it’d be a cure for MS.

     You all have a good one.