Happy Thanksgiving

During our music therapy yesterday afternoon, my husband was swaying to the music coming through his headphones and singing along unintelligibly. His eyes were shut tight and his facial expression oozed sincere effort as he held me, dancing. It was so sweet. He used to do this in the old days, and then he would smile and laugh self-deprecatingly. He didn't have confidence in his singing, but he actually sang quite well. I don't think he believed me when I told him so back then, but maybe he does now.

Something about the music or lyrics made him open his eyes, and they started to fill with tears as he looked out the window into the distance. Was he remembering something? Trying to remember something? In the moment for a moment? We looked into each other's eyes, smiling through the mist. Just briefly, so briefly, it seemed he was aware and with me. Or maybe he was elsewhere entirely, and I was reading too much into it because I desperately want our connection to be strong.

A bit later, he surprised me. I was taken aback. He said my name! It has been weeks since I last heard him utter it, so it was quite unexpected and pleasing. He was irritated with me at the time, so it was the familiar, exasperated "ChrI-i-Is!" from days gone by. He was frustrated because I was trying to divert him from the room of a bed-bound, very sweet lady. I'm told he likes to walk in and stand briefly just inside the doorway as if checking on her. Then he turns around and goes right back out. She doesn't seem to mind, if she's even aware of it.

He did the same thing when a gentleman at the house was transitioning to Heaven. It was as if my husband didn't want him to be alone. I can't explain it. I think it's the gentle, compassionate side of my man, unimpeded by filters and walls, showing itself in an endearing way. It gives me peace that, somehow, he appears to have empathy for the plight of others. Or maybe he's just wandering into other people's rooms.

It's Thanksgiving Day, and we have much for which to be thankful. But it's the first Thanksgiving without my husband at home, so it's sad, too. Thank you for reading my ramblings and being patient with me and encouraging me. I am thankful for you, for your support, and for your prayers. Tell your family you love and appreciate them today, even if they drive you crazy. Happy Thanksgiving!