Monday, May 22, 2017
Broken Promises
Funny how a something can suddenly stir up a memory.
Like this song, for example.
"I Swear" ~ John Michael Montgomery 1993
Kickin' It Up ~ Atlantic Records
It reminds me of happy times. It is also a reminder of how all the promises mentioned here were broken in an instant.
This musical interlude is brought to you by karaoke, slow dances, and staring lovingly into someone's eyes.
Sunday, May 14, 2017
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A very Happy Mother's Day to this young lady! Thank you so much for always being my hero, the one-woman team in my corner, the voice in my head that reminds me that, despite what others around me may say, I am valued beyond rubies. I am sorry this journey so far has been kinda rocky, but you can't say it hasn't been .....educational!
I love you Mom!
Tuesday, May 9, 2017
Oops! You Stepped In Some Karma There...
"Whoever repays evil for good,
Evil shall never depart from his house"
~Proverbs 17:13
Evil shall never depart from his house"
~Proverbs 17:13
Friday, May 5, 2017
Which Me Am I Today?
One of my biggest fears is that I will one day face dementia.
My mother's mother (who I understand I once called "Meow". not to be confused with my father's mother who I later called " The Original Drama Queen") suffered dementia in her later years. I remember times when she spoke to us as strangers, and one particularly disturbing holiday when she thought my toddler cousin was me and I was my mother.
Having such a young mother, I have been safe from this shadow, but have witnessed heartbreaking and horrific events with D/H (who's sweet grandmother kept mistaking him for his father) and through my friends whose parents were older.
It is through one such friend, who's beautiful and doting mother, slipped so suddenly into dementia's demon grip, that I was introduced to the story of Wendy Mitchell.
Wendy is a British woman who was diagnosed with Early Onset Alzheimer's in July 2014 at the age of 58. She worked full time eight full months after her diagnosis, then chose to take early retirement in order to enjoy her life while she could still could remember it. She is a tireless advocate for dementia awareness and research.
I share her blog Which Me Am I Today?
EnJOY!
My mother's mother (who I understand I once called "Meow". not to be confused with my father's mother who I later called " The Original Drama Queen") suffered dementia in her later years. I remember times when she spoke to us as strangers, and one particularly disturbing holiday when she thought my toddler cousin was me and I was my mother.
Having such a young mother, I have been safe from this shadow, but have witnessed heartbreaking and horrific events with D/H (who's sweet grandmother kept mistaking him for his father) and through my friends whose parents were older.
It is through one such friend, who's beautiful and doting mother, slipped so suddenly into dementia's demon grip, that I was introduced to the story of Wendy Mitchell.
Wendy is a British woman who was diagnosed with Early Onset Alzheimer's in July 2014 at the age of 58. She worked full time eight full months after her diagnosis, then chose to take early retirement in order to enjoy her life while she could still could remember it. She is a tireless advocate for dementia awareness and research.
I share her blog Which Me Am I Today?
EnJOY!
