Is This Our House

The questioning is endless and always the same.

Is this our house and where is our other house like this one?

The answer is always the same.

This is our house and we have no other.

Sometimes he doesn't know who I am and accuses me of

wearing his wife's clothes.

I knew this time was coming but reality is hard to bear.

My love for him prevents me from sending him to a nursing home.

His fear of dying is so great and I can't compound this with more confusion and fear.

My guides and angels surround me to give me strength within.

To keep me on a higher plane of continuous love and forgiveness.

Forgive myself for the guilt of wishing this over and strengthening my love to carry my lesson through.

Endless days and endless nights a nightmare in his mind. 

Confusion, controlling, and loss of control; the dreams that nightmares are made of.

The breaking of my heart and the celebration of my soul are the battle within myself.

My love for him much greater than any pain I feel.

With grace and ease I pray his transition will be.