Even when she was dying.

I stick around the Alzheimer's message boards and muse. Even 4 years after my dear Jeanne died of Alzheimer's. Maybe to show that life goes on. After Alzheimer's. And it's a good life. If one chooses to make it so. One can get on with living. With enjoying life. With savoring the little things. I certainly know that's what my Jeanne would want me to do. And I assume that's what she's doing now, too. Only in a different dimension. That's the wonder of life. So many dimensions. Physical. Spiritual. Even other dimensions beyond human understanding. I quit lamenting about Alzheimer's long before Jeanne died. I just accepted all sorts of diseases and maladies, and even death, as part of life. And I put the whole nature of life into perspective. And concluded that life is wonderful. Despite the pitfalls. And that if I begin taking life one day at a time, I find something, if not everything, to savor. Yes, on a daily basis. Even in the last 38 months with Jeanne, in a nursing home, I found much to savor. I'm still grateful to Jeanne. For teaching me to be a lover. A real lover. Even when she was dying. --Jim Broede