Trying to sit and wait patiently while my wife loads all of our stuff, including my recliner, back into the truck. It's difficult for me not to be able to do this, or at least help. It's just not the way I'm wired. I feel bad for the burden I'm placing on her as my caregiver.

What a trouper. No complaints. No attitude. Nothing but loving care. She may be a PITA regarding ukulele and UU, but I'm sure she's the best thing that ever came into my life....