Posted 4/13/20 Posted 4-13-20 “How Muchs Wower. Farmily By. How much, Warmbe Warmann Went 8…3 I,? Signed, Steve & Brenda, We Wish You a Merry Christmas.” …………………………………………………………………………………………………….. What does that even say??? Asked Paisley Asked Wilder Asked Sawyer (the Great Grandkids) One family holiday, pine-scented day. ……. Oh, about a secret you just asked, We’ve…
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Hi! (Coooo) in 5 Stages
Posted 2-21-20 This cannot be real. She is only sixty-five Far too young for this! (Denial, 10 years ago) Like a road flare glows. (Hashtag) End A+L+Z begs Something! Anything!! (Anger) How about this, Lord? Give me dementia, not her? Not Your will, but mine? (Bargaining, poorly) The Brain Bandit Comes. What once was is…
Innocence, in a Sense
Posted 12-5-19 Have you ever thought of the broken Alzheimer’s mind as a return to innocence? Like a removal from the cares of this world to a land where joy abounds and your needs should be met and your stress much simpler. I know many do. I am also quite confident, though, that some are…
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It seemed so innocent, approaching mundane, We all draw a blank at times, don’t we? “Forgetting is just part of life” -My refrain How in the world did I NOT see? Ten years ago, my mom’s doc wasn’t concerned We thought that there were bigger fish to fry Meanwhile mom’s brain disease burned, But we…
My Life in Outline Form
Posted 11-12-19 I had a great childhood. The American Dream was alive and well Ball games, family trips, collecting arrowheads, laughter and tears The Booming Eighties had the best of times and the worst of times Prosperity yet a rough divorce, but never alone Two Homes, Two Families: finding a brand new normal I was…
The Stuck 17
Posted 10-4-19 They are damsels in distress Wandering all day and all night Life’s in limbo, in constant duress. Such is the life of the Sweet 17, Not here, not gone, but stuck somewhere in between. It wasn’t always this way, In years gone by, things were all right Families, grand kids, bedrock… no sway….
Similes Replacing Smiles…for Now
Posted 9-26-19 Similes Replacing Smiles…for Now Similes Replacing Smiles…for Now Dementia is like a thief, Victims are robbed, that is true Like a ship that strikes the reef, And steals captain and the crew. You may not remember me, but I still remember you! Dementia is like a thorn, Florists know its painful stab While a rose stem leaves me torn, I know you…
Twas the Night Before…a Cure
Posted Friday the 13th, 2019 with a Full Moon Twas the Night before Full Moon, when all through the Home. Not a person was stirring, but three with sundowners who started to roam; Family pictures were hung, on their room walls with string, as we all hope that a cure and a white flower would…
Looking Back: The First Day in Memory Care
The crestfallen sound of mom saying “Don’t Go!” will reverb in my brain until tomorrow’s return as an echo my refilled joy will drain. Mom’s old stories hooked me like a caught bluegill When I was a wee lad Why didn’t I write them down, they were so real Daily I wish so I had Of exploits in school and living…
Looking Back: The First Day in Memory Care
The crestfallen sound of mom saying “Don’t Go!” will reverb in my brain until tomorrow’s return as an echo my refilled joy will drain. Mom’s old stories hooked me like a caught bluegill When I was a wee lad Why didn’t I write them down, they were so real Daily I wish so…