In the southern plains, including my home state of Oklahoma, some folks are labeled “good people.” Even while speaking in the singular, we say, “He’s good people.” This type of person is always focused on helping others, always available to serve — even in ordinary ways. My cousin and his wife are good people. During …
The thief first appeared as a slight blip on the memory screen. A word forgotten, a key chain misplaced. We laughed — at first. Then more and more items were misplaced. Numerous words forgotten until finally our parents’ identities disappeared. We no longer laughed. Instead, we sought out doctors and resources. Someone who could tell …
This blog began as therapy for the Alzheimer’s journey in our family. Then it slowly morphed into more posts about hope. But how did it all begin? What was the impetus for sharing my words in cyberspace? The thief first appeared as a slight blip on the memory screen. A word forgotten, a key chain …
After a recent trip to my hometown, I was struck with the functional differences between the Kansas City metro and Enid, Oklahoma. In my hometown, most businesses close for Easter, Christmas and even Thanksgiving to allow families time together. The majority of signs and billboards carry the graphic of either a cross or an empty …
During November, 2017, I spent some time in Oklahoma. My sister’s left knee was replaced with a titanium joint, so she needed some company during recovery. We watched ballgames together, fed and petted the cats and spent a week doing what sisters do. Some days, I worked on my laptop – especially during the hours …
Although Christmas changed in 2016, hope survived. The promised Messiah still came.
The legacy of a family continues even while surrounded by the symptoms of Alzheimer’s Disease.
Even when her brain is infected with Alzheimer’s plaque, Mom continues to nurture. This time, I’m grateful for a bossy Mom.
The kindness of a weekend in Denver brings hope that Alzheimer’s does not have to steal from every family.
During the last two weeks, three people at separate times have told me, “You are a treasure.” I know this is a compliment and I truly appreciate the sentiment. At the same time, I am a bit nonplussed to be described as such. When I think of treasure, my first impression is an antiquity. The …