I apologize for not blogging in such a long time.  I have been logging and reading here and there, and praying for you.  I miss you!  I miss your love and your humor and your encouragement.

Mimi is settled in her new home.  It is a Private Home for Alzheimer's patients.  Cheryl, her daughter did her bedroom beautifully, with soft pinks and greens.  Mimi even has a flat panel television for Papa to watch.  She has had several episodes where she is not responsive.  She has four doctors monitoring her, and physical therapy every day.  Walking is extremely difficult now, but she has been in a wheelchair and has gone to the dining room a few times and even fed herself.  It is a wonderful place, just for special people like Mimi.  They have an office, a memory room, a room with lots of babies and a kitchen, for those who remember doing that sort of thing.

It has been heartbreaking for Mimi and Papa to be apart, but we all agree that this is the best thing that could have happened.  The doctors made the decision.  God is so good. 

Papa is lonely, but he's up there 3-4 times a day, and when he's home, he's baking cobblers for the nursing staff.  He's getting the rest he needs, so that he can love on his wife.  He teases her, and he kisses her endlessly.  He brushes her hair back from her face, and softly brushes his hand against her cheek.  He tells her stupid jokes, and he can get a smile out of her.

Throughout all of the years that I've known them, they have been in love.   When I wondered what marriage was all about I looked to them.  They married when Mimi was sixteen and Papa was eighteen.  Fifty-six years, they have been married.

Papa told me that he was on a date with another girl, and he saw Mimi standing on a corner talking with some other girls.  He told his friend, "I'm going to marry that girl".  And when he got home, he drove over to her house.  The rest is history, of course.  He married the prettiest girl in town.  He was Baptist and she was Methodist.  He became a Methodist Preacher and they had two children, one of which is my husband Greg.

Love never fails.  Not when it is Christ centered.