We had a very full weekend. Saturday night we celebrated American Thanksgiving with over 20 good friends and some of our children (my 2 here in Switzerland and my two little granddaughters). On Friday, I steamed and pureed the pumpkin for pies. (half days work) On Saturday from 8:30 to 14:00 I baked two pumpkin and two pecan pies and a cinnamon coffee cake.
On Saturday evening I went to a remembrance service for a friend originally from New York who died suddenly at 69. I am feeling so old as my address book is full of people who have passed away. Gone in an instant. It got very stressful as I had to get OH together to go, direct him to wash properly....send him back to the showers because he did not wash properly. Dress him (he still looks very good when clean up for a celebration....as he is a handsome man) Then I had to get dressed myself , get all the baked goods into the car which I borrowed for this busy day, deliver the baked goods, get my hubby to my daughter so she could get him to the Thanksgiving celebrations....park the car, catch the tram into the city for the funeral. I made it within 5 minutes of the start.....but it was exhausting.
I have a lot to greive. No longer any communication with three of my siblings as their Huntingtons progresses--- it makes me so sad when I think of our childhood together and early adulthood. They have passed beyond my ability to interact with them. My OH has no contacts without me to create, enable and initiate them....his mother, his siblings, our children and friends. While my OH lingers in the state of semi life....unable to do the many things which gave him pleasure and usefulness and made him the unique person he was. As I write here all the time, thank God he still gets pleasure from nature and walking, so I get a glimpse of that man he was and the pleasures he has always taken from nature.
So, much of his life is anxiety and searching for something which he cannot find and usually does not know what he is looking for....but he cannot find it. His 'things' which he hoards away in his nightstand, bit of string....the protected coffee pellets , rubber bands, nails and skrews, lids of missing jars, odd shoelaces, lots of eyeglass cases-- all these items messily stashed ....the apotheosis of his cluttered and confused mind.
After the funeral, I went on to the Thanksgiving celebrations, which were lovely. I had a very good time. A few hours of joy and others engaging and looking after my OH.Serving him, waiting on him.
On Sunday, our little granddaughter was baptised. I allowed a great deal of time for dressing and travel. So we arrived early. Before the service, my husband and I had a coffee and crescent across from the church. He went to the bathroom, on his own as it was a small place and easy to identify. When he came out of the bathroom, he would not see me. He was looking around and the place although small was full of people. This seems to be a big problem now, he cannot distinguish me from others in a room. I have written here about it before. It is so strange....but I am sure that it happens to others here on TP. It is another level of loss in the process.
The baptism service and party with my son in law's large and loving family was delightful and so moving. Wonderful to observe how his family are with each other and how important they are too each other. Very demonstrative. There was a small English contingency, my girlfriend, her hubby (he is a great friend on my OH and they walk and lunch together on Fridays (English), their son, my youngest son, and another American friend of my daughter. But we were dominated, of course, by my son in laws family which is vast. But it was a lovely time. The baby was perfect, beautiful & innocent and all the other little people were wonderful . The community of the church was very pleased and happy to be part of the celebrations and see this wonderful big family add another generation.
I hope to find the energy to tackle some more paperwork today...and the patience to endure automated telephone answering services!! Have a good day TP friends.