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We Fix Our Eyes…Life with Mom
It was another Sunday after church and mom was still in bed when I arrived. Most times she is on her side curled up in a ball while holding tight to the covers. She does this because my dad tries to get her up by pulling the covers from her. He doesn’t have much tact. …
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Read This!…Life with Mom
My mom lives with frontal lobe dementia disorder. Sometimes I wonder what she thinks about her days. They are pretty much the same for her. She stays in bed for longer periods of time now even into the afternoon. When I turn her over to get her up she always begins to count the blades…
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“I Once Was Blind But Now I See”…Life with Dad
It has been sad over the last several years, to watch as my dad continues to lose his sight. At first it was just a depth issue which could be seen when he would reach for something. Then we witnessed him driving over the left line. The doctor also witnessed that and informed the state…
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Problem…Solution – Life with Dad
There are so many things we can learn from the “greatest generation”, the ones who survived The Great Depression and World War II. These people went through so much loss and lack in their lives but yet continued to press forward. They learned to scrimp and save, to use and reuse, to create items rather…
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Old But Not Finished!!
As we get older, the time appears to go by at a faster rate than it did when we were younger. Don’t you agree? It seems that the weeks fly by and the seasons are hardly here long enough to enjoy. Eight hours of sleep isn’t enough anymore. There’s a need for some kind of…
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If Only I were Her…Life with Mom
Interactions with my mom can be so entertaining. Some are funny, others sad, others maddening and yet others instructive. It never ceases to amaze me how she can come up with a story about whatever is going on around her. There are a few I thought I would share in hopes that you too will…
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Life Changes – But God…Life with Mom
The situations of life change moment to moment. We find ourselves facing things we never thought we would have to face. This is the place I find myself at this very moment. My mother has frontal lobe dementia disorder which means that the frontal lobe of her brain is dying and shrinking. (Layman’s terms) We…
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