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Wednesday’s red blouse and black jacket hang from the bathroom door’s inside knob. Thursday’s teal sweater and scarf hang from the bathroom door’s outside knob. My lavender jacket never made it into the front closet; it is still on that doorknob. more

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A 7 am call woke me. “Bob had a fall and didn’t call for help. He’s okay.” My husband resided at a memory care facility. He fell often, i.e. one of the reasons for his admittance. more

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Recently a very articulate, very independent older friend of mine did some rehabilitation time in an assisted living home (probably the best one in town, and we know all of them), more

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I don’t fight fires or cure the sick. I’ve never scaled a mountain or scored a winning touchdown. In many ways, my time on this earth is spent living an average life. But everyday, in little ways, I get to be somebody’s hero more

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A lifetime snoop I have always looked inside other shoppers’ buggies to see if they are buying better groceries than I am. As a consequence, I was inadvertently trailing the woman who was now in front of me. more

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My mother has Alzheimer's, a disease that affects both memory and cognitive abilities. What follows is an actual conversation I had with my mom. more

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It took her a year after her husband’s passing to muster the bravery to go to the movies by herself. It’s not that she was afraid of going on her own. No, it was the terrible sadness she felt, being forever alone in a world of couples. more

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Miss Kitty, How the West was Won, John Wayne, Rawhide OVER and OVER and OVER again! POW! POW! BANG! BANG! more

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So help me heaven, if I don’t find humor in what is now happening in our lives, I don’t think I’ll ever get through it. It started out so subtly—my husband asking me what day it was. more

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We've all heard the saying "don't judge a book by its cover." It's a lesson we probably all first learned about when we were quite young. more

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That’s my dad with his beautiful snow-white curls framed by the lake. He still knows me, but the last stroke left him in a wheelchair, in an adult family home, and with dementia. His love of 65 years has been gone for almost two years now. more

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“Am I 90 Yet? Mom asked. I heard those Unknown Objectwords many times the last year of mother’s life. My mother’s memory was fading. Nevertheless, she was still sharp in certain areas, for example; more

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They don’t ask for much – just a good story now and then. Sometimes, a lot of the time, they may not be able to ask, but you can see it in their eyes. Tired eyes that are saying “I can’t make out the words anymore.” more

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It has been said that grief is like a wave that you don’t see coming; one that drenches you from behind and threatens to pull you under. I was nearly pulled under when I was riding up on the elevator for my weekly visit with Dad. more

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"She’s awake.” I say to my husband as we watch TV in the living room. He’s in one Lazy Boy. I’m in the other..“Do you want me to go this time? he asks sincerely.“No. I got it,” more

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Our first reaction was “He can’t live alone.” How could he manage without her? more

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“I’m too ornery to die; I’m going to stick around forever to make everyone else’s life miserable.” Those were the only words of wisdom I had that alluded to her last wishes. more

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My mother, an 86-year-old widow, lives alone in a small town in the farming country of central Kansas. more

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I have learned to learn about the illness. In my case, I have learned about 11 illnesses... more

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I had a strained relationship with hope before my wife was diagnosed with cancer. more

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Let me first clue-in the reader to the fact that I’m an only child - or I was prior to losing my father and my mother.. I no longer am a daughter to anyone. more

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