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MY FATHER

Posted on May 20, 2010 by Judy

In honor of my dad’s birthday tomorrow, I want to write something about him. Very few of my relatives are aware of what I am sharing today about my father . . .
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I received a phone call today. My mom will be moving tomorrow morning. She will be transferred to a different facility where my father has been living. She will be in nursing care, and he will continue to live in a more independent, assisted living situation. Although they will not be sharing a room together, now they will get to see each other every day! Continue reading →

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I’VE BURIED MY SADNESS

Posted on May 13, 2010 by Judy

My clarity now is that part of the reason that I am writing is to share my optimism and hope. That purpose has come to me in “glimmers,” and it is now going to fuel me. Sharing hope with other people feels great! Yesterday, I realized that I have no desire to do anything other than what I am currently doing.
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THE DANCE OF DEMENTIA – PART 1

Posted on May 7, 2010 by Judy

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 →