I called Peggy this morning to tell her that I had arrived safely in Santa Barbara. She said,You did...Good.
I left Cincinnati on Saturday and flew to Santa Barbara, Ca. As the plane ascended, I watched through my small window and the city slowly disappeared in a haze of clouds. As we sliced through the winter sky, I wondered if this was what Peggy is experiencing.
We reached an altitude of 37 thousand feet and flew toward Salt Lake City. I looked out of my window at the patch work of colors below and couldn't recognized towns, cities or state borders. Nothing looked familar as we flew in and out of the clouds. As we approached Salt Lake, The pilot informed us that there was a dence fog covering the Salt Lake area and that we would land in 15 to 20 minutes. I watched from my porthole to the world as we approached the mountains that surround the city and suddently we were in a haze of white. I could see nothing of the city or it's lights. As we decended, the plane bumped and swayed. I knew that I was not in control and that I would have trust the pilots to land the plane safely.
It dawned on me that this is what Peggy does every day. She trusts that she will have people around her who will take care of her.
We broke through the fog and below us was a dimly lit runway welcoming our landing.
Is this what it feels like, Peggy?
There is no way that I can know. I have to guess through my life experiences but someday...We will slice through the winter sky and touch down on a brightly lit runway.
Then...we can sit and talk and you will finally be able to tell me about your experience of disappearing through the fog of Alzheimer's.
I LOVE YOU TODAY, PEGGY!