The other day, Anthony was so wide awake that his eyes were huge. He has big eyes anyway but the unblinking thing that happens with Parkinson’s disease sometimes makes them look enormous.
As I tried to widen my own eyes to match his, my face nose-to-nose with his, I quipped, “What big eyes you have!” But he has long forgotten the fairy-tale response to this and, instead, he fumbled one of his hands out from beneath his knee blanket, took one of my hands, brought it up to his lips, and kissed it.
Anthony: Come on, baby, let’s go.
Me: Okay. Where are we going?
Anthony: Let’s go home.
If only……
jmgoyder 
‘If only’ indeed.
At least when you’re together, you’re home.
Your imagery and descriptions always tug at my heart, Julie. Oh, if anyone could imagine – there’s nothing you’d want more than to have him home with you to cuddle at night. The way things used to be . . .
Sadly, the reality is so blinding and harsh – that with his large eyes looking at you, this must be such a stab to your heart.
You haven’t written a lot here, but what you have said is HUGE.
What a charmer! “Come on, baby…” He has style:)
If only indeed.
Aw. Yes, if only. ❤
This made me smile, I will miss going and seeing my nan at the nursing home