A Lemonaide Lesson

His mind isn't what it used to be. Dementia has robbed him of the vibrancy that once defined his life, and leaving him alone isn't an option anymore. So I get the text, "can you come Sunday?"
His wife is lovely....warm, kind, thoughtful, successful...
I answer with a thumbs up because I love this gig.
I love seeing them together, how kindness and love passes between them like a gentle breeze, a ray of sunshine...
When she's gone, he worries, he misses her...and she will always take his call if he gets too anxious. He always comes first, she says...
Their fuzzy, white dog greets me with frenzied barking and tail wagging and settles down beside me as I absent-mindedly rub his ears. He lives to play, and the husband and I often take turns throwing the raggedy toys and then having to wrangle them out of his tight little jaws again and again and again...it's a delightful, calming way to pass the time.
Life hands us lemons. Dilemmas. Tragedies. Frustrations. Illness.
But watching this couple, being in their presence, is a lesson in making lemonade. In using love and grace as a coping mechanism.
I am blessed.