“Being with you is like opening a can of springtime”

 

My husband and I spent time with our grandchildren and I remember the day my husband hugged one of them saying; “Being with you is like opening a can of springtime,” and his brown eyes lit up as he smiled.

 He looked on the bright side of life and found something positive in each situation every single day; a sunrise, a flowering shrub, a view. He joked with people and seldom complained, even though losing one’s memory must have been frightening.

Although he couldn’t always remember yesterday and was unable to plan for tomorrow, that didn’t mean that he had lost his ability to enjoy the here and now: He could and he did. We lived from minute to minute. We bought last moment tickets to plays and the odd concert instead of the subscriptions we used to have. We took in the odd movie too, even though he no longer grasped the plot.