Hold My Hand & Walk With Me

It was October…a little chilly with clear skies and lots of Texas sunshine.  Microphones were being checked; someone was singing on the stage.  We took turns pulling the children through the park in the wagon, searching for the perfect place for a family picture.  Chatter and quite laughter filled the air as we watched other families taking their pictures too.  We were there to take a long walk together, and memories of other walks scrolled across my mind.

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My Naomi

My Naomi was young at heart, and that youthfulness must have spilled over to her good looks. She loved to laugh….I wonder now…could this have been her secret remedy against wrinkles and frown lines? It’s possible, of course, since laughter is the best medicine after all! She was active, always busy, and took very good care of herself.

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The Bush Family & Memories Made in a Yellow House

Dad seemed confused, so I found some pictures to show him. We looked at a picture of him and Mom dancing at our son’s wedding; he liked the picture but didn’t know the people. We looked at pictures of him as a young boy and a picture of his father. When I pulled out the picture of the yellow house, nothing about it registered with him either. He seemed more settled, but I realized, once again, that none of those memories, even of this very special house, were still tucked away in his mind.

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Writing the Book – Sharing the Journey

release day finally arrived for Dancing around the Chaos!

After thinking about this book for years, it’s finally a reality!  It’s hard to believe there is an actual book I can hold.  I hope Mom and Dad would be proud of me.  Even after all these years, I want to please them.  I do know they would like hearing about the people who read their story and what a difference it made in their Alz Journey or even what a difference it made in their commitment to those they love.

In the early days of the disease, when I heard stories of others in later stages, I actually thought…”Well, I know that will never happen.”  Little did I know what the future held; I was very naïve.   Many times along the way, I would remember something a friend had shared with me two or three years prior, and reality would settle in.  We were there; those things were happening.  It was hard, no doubt, but at least I knew others had been down this road.  That gave me comfort.

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Trading Places with Mom

Mother’s Day is Almost Here

It will be a day full of memories of Mom.  I still feel like I should be looking for a special gift, ordering a corsage (which she loved!), planning time together.  It seems strange that this process, practiced and perfected over many years, has simply disappeared.  Truthfully, because of Alzheimer’s, Mother’s Day vanished years ago, long before Mom passed away.

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The Last Town

When our kids were little, we lived about eight hours from their grandparents.  Our long trips across Texas, with three little kids buckled in for that long ride, were…well…long!  We tried all kinds of tricks to make the ride seem shorter as we passed through town after town.

We tried traveling at night when they would normally be in bed.  That worked about half the time; the other half, they were wide awake and afraid because it was too dark.

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