August 4th

The first of the month brought my 8th wedding anniversary. Now this day kind of just came and went. I had hoped that I could get Spencer to take me out to dinner at least, but that night I got sick and didn't want to go anywhere. Which in the end it is probably okay. My anniversary is also the anniversary of my grandfather's death. This year marked the one year mark and it was easier than I thought it would be.
The night before Mom had brought me the patio furniture that I picked up for half price in Vernal (she is the one that told me to go buy it). On the way from Vernal Mom picked up Grandma and brought her out as well. It made me feel better that Mom was with Grandma on this first anniversary of Grandpa's passing, even if Grandma is not herself enough to know that the day meant anything. Anyway, while at my place Grandma kept asking where we were. I would tell her that she was in Nevada and then she would turn to Mom and tell her that they had sure wasted their day. She insisted that she has been at Mom's house in Vernal. It is easy now to kind of laugh, but in truth it breaks your heart. It is so very hard to have to watch "Grandma" slip farther and farther away into her own little world.
Okay, so I started this blog meaning to say what a wonderful husband I have and how grateful I am for the past 8 years and it turned into yet another blog about Grandma. Spencer I do love you. Thank you for putting up with me the last 8 years. I love you.