I Want ..

. . . my husband to be how he used to be.  He used to be funny, clever, have a wonderful wit, giving, creative, inquisitive, well-read (even though being a dyslexic made that a real challenge).  He would spend hours in the garden and his gardens had well thought out plans.

With C.T.E., the person afflicted leaves you in bits and pieces.  Some days, that is just so hard to take.

Before I start crying, I leave you with an adorable video with a wonderful message.

Blessings to all of you, my gentle readers.