David Nearly Made it to the Gym but Failed
I nearly made it to the gym last night but only got as far as Beurs metro station in Rotterdam. Then I found a place to have Japanese ramen. I’m exhausted—I did so much yesterday.
Losing Grace
I can see I’m losing Grace, and it makes me want to spend even more time just being with her. Holding her hand and listening to music together is enough.
I keep wondering where this journey is headed—how her decline will progress and how I’ll cope with it. She looks like she’s struggling, and I feel for her deeply. I feel so sorry for her.
I’ve been working since around 7:30 this morning, but by 2:00 pm, I fell asleep on Grace’s bed. I haven’t been sleeping well, trying to balance personal tasks with work.
Watching Grace as I write this, I realise she will always be the one for me. No one will ever come close—not in the past and, I’m pretty sure, not in the future.
Some of the other residents irritate me. It’s not their fault, but they keep wandering into Grace’s room, and I have to usher them out. Some have taken the TV remote or the PlayStation controller. I remind myself they’re replaceable, but it’s still frustrating.
I wonder if I’ll be asked to leave the Netherlands when Grace passes away, since my residence permit is dependent on her as a sponsor. I really don’t want to return to the UK.
Laurens Doesn’t Get It!
Some people understand, and others don’t. I’ll go to war with anyone who does anything to harm Grace. I don’t care. If Laurens didn’t get the message before, they certainly do now, and I’ll keep reinforcing it.
Enjoying the Moment with Grace
I reflect on the day we went to Denia over three years ago. So much has changed. How I wish we could have those moments back again.
So, here I am lying on Grace’s bed, while she sits in her wheelchair. Her skin feels so soft; I love stroking it. She feels and looks so delicate. I love her so much.
