I am not fond of getting lost. Back in California we had a well worn copy of the Thomas Guide, which had hundreds of pages chronicling the minutia of freeways and side streets. Then we moved to Pennsylvania. I was thrilled when map quest was launched and took relief in the stack of printed directions on the seat next to me as I ventured into unknown lands.
Next came Gypsy, our GPS. She has been my guide through tangled intersections and snarly turns. Google maps are now on my phone, and in a lilting voice remind me of when to go straight and when to veer.
John showed me how I can even see an actual picture of a place I am headed, so that I will recognize it. It astonishes me that someone took a photograph of every street and house, every possible destination so that I can increase the chances of finding my way.
Long before I was married I had heard of a husband who cared for his wife for fifteen years after her stroke. She could not talk but he tenderly fed and bathed her in their home, which is a stone's throw from my window. Still I didn't quite know what that looked like. Now I have one quiet
video in my memory banks to illustrate how enduring marriage might play out. In it a husband with Parkinson's Disease is tenderly providing for his wheelchair bound wife.
It could help me if John and I find ourselves on that road and I lose my way.
