Harbor Blvd is a 23 mile long street running through Orange County. If you know me, you KNOW that directions is not one of my superpowers. Rob was in charge of all the driving, and just had to go to a place one time and it got stored in his memory banks forever. I remember calling him one time (pre gps) in a panic cause I was lost. He asked me what street I was on “Harbor Blvd”, what cross street , “Adams”, was the coffee shop on my left or right “right” – go straight and you will hit the 405. (Um do I go north or south to get home
) Isn’t it ironic that I am now tasked with being his “true north” and negotiating our path both physically and metaphorically. My brother’s very artistic wife, @kathy_strauss painted this compass for me a few years ago and I have it tattooed on my side. I was thinking today what a gift I have been given to be able to conquer this fear of getting lost and know that I have the resources to find my way both logistically and spiritually for both of us. I have also had the luxury of time not offered to those that lose their spouses with little or no warning. Intended or not, I like to think of it as his gift to me vs. anger towards him, God or this disease. (Not that I haven’t had words with all three) #alzheimerssucks