Given the uncertainties imposed by Jim's dementia, I've never known how to responsibly plan travel, . For the first five years, we were pretty much good to go assuming decent planning, prep and, sometimes hired help. But the last year and months have introduced new and more emphatic issues such that travel with Jim is more freighted with concern and worry. Jim will not miss the travel but I will bereft.
Tomorrow we drive down to Big Sur, some 110 miles south along the coast. A favorite respite for us, we have repaired often over the past thirty years for wild coastal vistas, bird watching, hikes and lallygagging amongst the trees and creeks. In July we're off on an Alaskan cruise with friends. After that, I think our travels may be curtailed as Jim's condition becomes ever more fragile. Travel is raveling down its sleeve to an ending for us, for me. I've no idea how I can continue if I cannot travel.
But I will find a way to be with Jim all along the way forever.
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