Another Bump in the road
Two days ago I knew it was going to happen. I could see it in his eyes. Those eyes that usually twinkle were glazed over and haunted looking. That day it was little things, like not being able to buckle his belt or button his shirt.
Then the arguing began. Silly arguments like whether or not it is a sin to dance. We had had the Big Band CD on the day before and had danced to it. Now, he had a flash back to the strict beliefs that he had been taught as a child.
We have been a part of a small group study on Wednesday evenings. He has loved going but this time I had to coax him to get going. He was rude and demanding all evening. When given hugs which usually melt his heart, he looked puzzled.
Now the house smells. I have been cleaning and burning candles and spraying but it still smells. For the last twenty-four hours his bowels have been working overtime. And he doesn
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