I have been thinking about the past a lot lately, remembering the things we did together before PD and even before his symptoms got so bad. I think about traveling to unique destinations like the island of Moorea or our more recent trip to the United Kingdom. I think about local activities, participating in 5k walks and going hiking on our own in the gorge. Those trips were good and bring smiles to my heart, but even more than that I think about the day-to-day issues we have overcome and find real peace and thankfulness.

It has become the little things that really matter. Discovering the fun of trekking poles that allow us to continue our walking practice. Or maybe it’s getting dressed together and helping each other with the minor things like zippers or socks. Making the bed as a team, working around the house, sharing a good book, enjoying each other’s company no matter the challenges Parkinson’s brings to our lives.

Memories are a great way for me to find my positive path but living is how I maintain it. Remembering that my husband is doing his very best and that, when things go haywire, it is the disease and not him. Accepting that we both are aging and will have bad days but that they will pass. Knowing that whenever PD knocks us down, we will get back up together and keep moving forward, that’s the positive core that keeps me going each and every day.