Today is a first, not one I wanted to experience and I hope it's only this once -
I always carry the phones around in an old DW cutlery basket so he's not bothered by them and I get my messages.
Today I forgot them inside when I mowed - he came out rather frantically, motioning to me. "The, the, the - oh, I don't know what you call it, it's making noise."
I had visions of something mechanical going kaput and ran into the house - asked him to show me the problem. He handed me the phone.
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Oh, Jean, I'm so sorry to hear that. Every day is something new, isn't it. Hugs.
Big Bear hugs to both of you.
((( )))
More bear hugs!
My husband struggles for words because of his oxygen issues. He was deprived of oxygen long enough when he was sick last year, it damaged his language and he's got some significant word retrival problems.
My mom, the one with dementia, goes through this a lot, but doesn't realize it. It becomes frustrating at times.
Hugs again.
Definitely not fun. More hugs!
I'm at a loss for words, myself. I can't imagine each loss. Love to you, Annette
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