Unshaven, Unique, and Ugly

Here is My A To Z Challenge. An adventure. My attempt at telling you my story. I care for my husband who has end-stage Parkinson's disease.

We have good days and we have bad days. Hope you will follow along....A TO Z!

This unshaven man with whom I live.
Has a heart as big as our world. 
He loves me so much. He tells me often.
I am not sure I am as worthy as all that.
I had to learn to use that razor.
It's not as easy as it looks.
I tell him to please make all those faces.
So I can get into the many crooks.
A haggard face has shriveled wrinkles and grooves
Where white stiff hairs can hide.
I don't shave him daily.
But we get it done when needed.
That is just how we ride.

He is such a unique man, I know.
His kindness is known to all.
He made some personality changes.
But we still love him so.
Things he used to like, now he doesn't.
His family has learned to roll
With the punches.
Sometimes he's happy and sometimes he's sad.
But he is always unique.
It's just that now with the Parkinson's 
His joints just creak and creak.
I cannot force him to straighten an arm or a leg.
Or lift his head up high.
It's frustrating when I am trying to dress him.
By the seat of our pants we fly.

There is so much ugliness that accompanies a disease.
More than the public ever sees.
Often we keep those parts to ourselves.
And paste on a smile for the strangers out there.
I love his uniqueness. We all have our own.
Mine has merged with his. He's not all alone.
When I talk I say "we" and "us" when I mean
"he" or "I"
It's just that we've become blended.
Me and this guy.
Even unshaven I never see him as ugly.
Even when his words are sharp or mean.
He's just my husband. The one I care for.
And that's  good enough for me