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Christine turned down my latest invitation for coffee and scones at the corner cafe. Her husband John was seriously ill and she wanted to stay home in case he needed anything. Read more

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A number of years ago a neighbor of mine gave me an odd gift---a small metal green and gold statue of a cat with a pair of wings. It has beady little eyes and huge golden painted claws. Read more

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First came the stumbling, then the cane. Then came the diagnosis—a cousin to Lou Gehrig’s disease—primary lateral sclerosis. Read more

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He stood behind his new bride at the dinner party, wearing the poker-faced expression of a caregiver who feigns invisibility until the patient in his care requires assistance. His too-thin wife sat in the only wingback. Read more

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I’m dying! Not today, but soon—the reports are in, not documents, but body language. My body speaks when lounging in the recliner is too exhausting and bed seems to be the only relief and waking up is a jolt; my dreams were sweet with the vibrancy o Read more

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The trajectory of human life can follow innumerable pathways. We don’t all live to a ripe old age, nor do we all end up taking care of our elderly parents. Read more

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I once walked in the middle with my mom’s hand a tight grip on my right, and my grandchild’s hand a gentle grasp on the left. But in 2009, when my mom turned ninety and I was officially a Medicare cardholder, Read more

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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. Read 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. Read 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), Read 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 Read 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. Read 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. Read 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. Read 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! Read 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. Read 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. Read 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. Read 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; Read 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.” Read more

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