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The photo is taken from the same POV as Mountain Sheep Bridge Sunrise, except it is sunset on the previous day.

This is sunset time for my parents. My Dad was 91 on March 2. My Mom’s 91st birthday will occur July 4. My Dad calls her his “firecracker.” My parents have learned to manage their sunset time gracefully. While they have always taken in anyone who needed a place to stay, they have accepted being the receivers rather than the givers with graceful gratitude; although it was not an easy transition. They took care of both of their own mothers at home; in addition, my father’s sister lived with them when she was dying. Other welcomed guests included three small girls whose mother had died, a woman with Parkinson’s, student workers, and a chaplain. Many nieces, nephews, and grandchildren have lived with them for varying periods of time; including my own son. He credits my father with giving him a good work ethic. At church, any stranger was invited home for lunch. I remember two women, whose car had broken down, spent the weekend. A cousin whose father was in Africa during WW II, thought my father was her father.

I grew up knowing my parents loved each other and they were a team of true equals. Growing up, I honestly never heard my parents disagree. Now, they both have Alzheimer’s. They often can't remember a discussion that occurred moments ago; yet their love for each other seems only to grow stronger. They hold hands, giggle and play bumper cars with their walkers. Recently each was sequentially hospitalized with respiratory distress. When I would take my Dad to visit my Mom, he would wheel his chair as close as he could get, put both arms around her so he could rub her back while she would lay her head on his shoulder and smile with pleasure. When she came home, my Dad charmed strange caregivers with his comment, “I’m so glad to have my sweetheart by my side. “

As I watch them drift away, I remind myself that I’ve been fortunate to be a part of that love for so long. My husband’s parents were both dead when he was 13. Our goal is that they should feel as safe and comfortable as possible and I am fortunate to be a part of team with my sisters to accomplish this. I am so grateful to be raised with such love and to be able to give something back to them. Their playful love for each other makes being around them a pleasure. The most difficult thing is to imagine one without the other; now there is an underlying sadness in my father’s loving glances. He always believed he would go first and now it seems my Mom is fading faster than he.

When I was first on TE and hadn’t read the TOS carefully, I posted a picture of them in a Valentine’s Day contest. While the picture was quickly gone, I’ve always wanted to share it with this community. It’s in the WS. Should they both survive until June, their marriage will have lasted for 69 joyful years. My Dad says the best decision he made in his life was to marry my mother. A caregiver commented that Dad had “found the right one.” I commented that both partners have to be willing to work on a relationship. My dad disagreed, “It has NEVER been work, it has always been a joy,”

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