Dancing Queen

More than once I’ve come home struck by the thought that the fear of death shouldn’t have to be the thing that prompts you to let go of bad memories. In a perfect world it should simply be the recognition that they’re weighing you down.

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Sitting Duck

Penny returned a few weeks ago.  At the time I assumed she was just grazing in the yard not nesting.  After having our elm trees removed, I didn’t think she had the perfect spot anymore. Clever mama she is she found one though in the Pompei grass.  I stumbled upon it blowing out leaves in a big Spring clean-up effort.  From that day on I’ve kept watch for when she’d start “sitting” on her eggs.  Nature it seems is very predictable and like her previous clutches she laid 12-13 eggs

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Painfully Aware

We were on our way to Utah for a lady’s golf adventure.  Golf road trips are something I never pictured in my lifetime but heading into my fourth season I have to admit I love them.  About four hours into the drive one of my friends commented on the fact that April was just a few days away.  Immediately my mind shifted to my love-hate relationship with April.  I love Spring—the ducks return to my yard, the robins start building their nests, and best of all the days are longer. 

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The No Lady

“Have a minute?” the manager asked. I was just leaving the grocery store when he stopped me. “What’s up?” “I discovered we have a mutual friend.” “Who’s that?” “My daughter Dee.” He could see the puzzled look on my face.  “She goes to Prom.” I had to think for a minute.  “Oh yeah I know who she is.” “She’s getting excited about it.” “Me too.”  “I just wanted to tell you how much it means to her.  It’s the highlight of her year.”   “Thank you, your timing is perfect,”

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NOW

“When do you leave?” I asked my young friend Donovan, a barista by day and performer by night. “Hopefully soon. My roommate has to find a job before we can leave. It’s hard because I feel like my life is on hold.” “Yeah I know that’s tough,” I said. With the relationship we have I knew he’d welcome some advice. “What I’ve found helps in this kind of situation is actively waiting. So, you know you’re going to be moving, which is a huge effort, but just because you don’t

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Post-It Noted

The routine is everything for a person with dementia.  Knowing this as a caregiver I make every possible effort at “sameness”.  However, sometimes that’s not possible and in the last couple weeks that’s been the case.  Combine this with the reality that my Mom’s disease is progressive makes things even harder.  What she could handle a year ago she can’t handle now.    More than once when I would get to her condo, I found her either agitated or sad.  She’d shake her head and say things like, “My brain

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Contagious Joy

“Mom, Ms. Grider would like to meet with us.” My mind immediately went to the worst. “Is there a problem?” “No, she thinks I should get a minor in speech?” “Really?” “She says I’m a natural.” “I know you like to talk but I don’t know about this. Go ahead and set it up though.” So, he did over a year ago and Professor Grider managed to convince me that at the very least Chase should take one more speech class. He didn’t need it to graduate but she made

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Witness

I was walking out of the gym when I noticed one of the fitness instructor’s dabbing at the corners of her eyes with a tissue. I gave her a half smile bowing my head ever so slightly to acknowledge something might be amiss.  As our eyes met she took my wrist and said, “Can I tell you something?” “Of course.” “I just found out a dear friend of mine passed away. I knew it was coming and she was old but I’m still so sad.” “Oh, my goodness I’m sorry

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