This will not be a very long post.  For those of you who follow me on Facebook, you will know that I have 10 year old granddaughter Libby with me this summer.  She came May 16, and will stay until the end of July.  We are very busy and having a great time.  It is certainly a different summer, as we will not be going to most of the places we usually frequent.  Our neighborhood swimming pool is open, but I don't feel like I want to do that so she and a friend have been swimming in our neighborhood lake which is spring fed, so it is very clear and beautiful.  I am so glad it is summer and we can get out of the house, or it would be much harder to find things to do.  But reading books and playing games is also becoming a favorite thing to do.  We have been reading an excellent series of children's books by Kenneth Thomasma, who has done his research well.  They are historical novels about the Native American tribes and their people.  The children in the stories seem to come alive.  What the Native American people had to endure and the abuse they suffered to me is comparable to what African American people have gone through and are going through.  So it is also an educational summer.
One difference is that we cannot go see Bob like we usually do.  I doubt Libby will be able to hug or even to touch Bob this summer.  I am so thankful that Hillside Village is DeSoto is sticking to its strict visitor policies however as they remain COVID free--both the residents and the staff.  We have had one window visit with Bob and have another one scheduled for next week.  I know Bob knew Libby as when he saw her, he started crying.  They were Facetiming at the same time, so we could talk to him.  I am so thankful that the facility Facetimes with us every day.  It is so reassuring to be able to see him.  He yelled "Hello" the other day when he saw me, but other than that he doesn't talk.  He is looking really good and gaining weight.  One of the staff gave him a haircut as no stylists are allowed in yet, and although it was shorter than it has ever been, it looked better than the bushy look!
He has had two seizures, and the staff calls me, but the next day he seems to be nicely recovered from them. 
He was taken off hospice last Friday.  He didn't meet any criteria to remain on hospice!  He had been
on hospice for 3 years.  I used to worry a lot about what would happen if he went off hospice, but now that Bob is at Hillside Village, I am at peace.  They have all the staff and equipment they need to shower him, feed him, and move him.  The only equipment I have to provide is the fancy Broda wheelchair, and I am renting that.  The facility furnishes all the other supplies and equipment.  I still am amazed when I think of it how God worked it out for Bob to get to Hillside Village before all this craziness happened.  How could any of us have seen this coming?
I will end with the words of a song written by Annie Johnson Flint:

"God has not promised, skies always blue,  Flower-strewn pathways all our lives though;
God has not promised sun without rain, joy without sorrow, peace without pain.

But God has promised strength for the day, rest for the labor, light for the way,
Grace for the trials, help from above, unfailing sympathy, undying love."

So as we go on into this uncharted territory, we can only take one day at a time.  We just have to
know there is a faithful, never-changing God in control. 
I wish you peace.
Betty