When I mentioned I felt Dad’s situation warranted concern tempered with facing the truth of what we would like to deny, Mom offered this:
I know the future isn’t rosy, we just take one day at a time. I watch daily the man I’ve spent so many years with disappear into someone confused, tired and usually in pain. We still share all the humor we can, we need it. We take one day at a time, planning too far ahead can be painful.