Though Vernon returned to the Care Home with a few extra PT challenges and some eyebrow-raising bedsores, he is still in one piece. And today I could see that he has turned the bend mentally once again. Whereas he couldn’t remember my name all week, even coming up with such stabs in the dark yesterday as Melissa, Heather, and Debbie (No, I have no idea, either), we were back in the realm of the familiar today. I never thought I’d be so happy to be called Vanessa and Synnøve. One day, I’ll do a proper study on how men categorize important female relationships deep in their psyches. But for now, I’m happy to think that my name might be next on the list.
Welcome back, Vernon.
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You are so funny, good that Vernon is better. You will soon go by your right name. Its only the name, its the filing system nothing else, and as we know with my father, strangely “yes” and “no” are in the same folder, very close, even though the meaning is opposite. Lots of love
I’m beginning to understand that. Words and names. As much as we rely on them, what are they good for really? We listen heart to heart.
it will all come together soon Allison, heart to heart always x
xx love to you all xx
My heart goes out to him seeing him staring out the window with that battle-weary look in his eyes…he’s been through such a long, tough journey, as you have too. Praying for full healing for Vernon, and much joy ahead for you both! xo
Allison dear,
God is with you and Vern and those delightful children. You are going thru a lot of care and worry about Vern but he is in God’s hands. He looks worn out and weary but he will recoup and come back to you. Prayers are coming your way.
Love,
Becky