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THE DANCE OF DEMENTIA – PART 1

My mom’s words are harder and harder to find. I try to help her find them, and she’s appreciative. But we’re dancing around and around. I don’t want to see my mother upset. There is a “dance of dementia” going on. I don’t know where the dance is leading. My mother doesn’t even know the dance is going on, except she is very frustrated by her difficulty to find her words. We’re dancing around the dementia. Continue reading

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MAY I CRY?

I accept my son’s death now after eighteen years. Lest anyone tell me that I need to get on with my life, I have. I have joy and I am no longer grieving my son intensely. I am not the same person I was before his death. I was so innocent and unscathed by life. I used to view this as another loss. Only recently, I see it now as something I have gained. The insights that I can share have been significant for me.

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HARMONY, FRIENDSHIP, AND COMFORT, PART 1

I am sharing correspondence between my high school choir teacher, Frankie Nobert. There is also a message to my friend, Amélie. Twenty years after high school, Amélie, Frankie, and I began to have annual lunches. It was a wonderful opportunity to reconnect with the teacher I worshipped in high school. I will share her story and insights about life someday. Continue reading

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A DAUGHTER’S LOVE – PART 2

My mother ended the call with, “Honey, everyone has been so nice to me today! This nice man from the facility came over to walk with me. I can use a walker even better now! Are you sure I still need a caregiver? This man didn’t even charge me anything.”
I got off the phone. I was feeling positive again.
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