It happens quickly. We’re marching along in life, then one day we wake up as a ‘senior.’ No one has called us a senior since high school. Somehow, the label does not fit. This senior status is different from the excitement of high school. It feels more like an ending, the foreshadowing of goodbye. Suddenly, …
Is there a file somewhere that holds all the things Alzheimer’s patients lose? Sometimes those items are imagined, but even so – the person struggling with Alzheimer’s is convinced the object exists yet has simply disappeared. Where did it go? My mother has lost a seersucker pantsuit. As far as I know, she never bought …
As I entered the assisted living facility and walked down the hallway, I heard Mom’s television. I knew what I would discover even before I knocked on the door. Mom sat in her maroon recliner, watching but not really comprehending the images on what she calls, “The Idiot Box.” Television was never a revered object …