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My mama’s shoes
Two overfilled cardboard boxes, taped and confined, have been harboring in the trunk of my car for months. I catch sight of them when I stash a sack of groceries or stow a bag of bird seed. I know they are … Continue reading
Posted in Alzheimer's, Alzheimer's Association, Alzheimer's Disease, Care for the Caregiver, Caregiver Burnout, Caring for a parent with Alzheimer's Disease, Caring for aging parents, Living with Alzheimer's
Tagged alzheimer's, alzheimer's disease, caregiver burnout, family, family relationships, living with alzheimer's, living with dementia, memories, momblog, mother daughter relationships, mothers and daughters, small blessings
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Summertime in the pines
It’s Father’s Day eve, and I am thinking about my Dad as pictures pop up on Facebook posts. A strapping 6’4” Texan with long legs, a mischievous sense of humor and twinkle in his eyes, my Dad was a union … Continue reading