I lost my mother to early onset Alzheimer’s disease when she was 59.
How does loss and grief become a blessing? I’ve said before that writing is how I heal. And never is the weight of grief more lifted than when I’m writing letters to my mom. As it turns out, being an Alzheimer’s daughter gave me a voice. Dear Mom, I don’t know if you can read my…
Often, on New Year’s Eve, I publish a post filled with photos and happenings from the past year. (Here are the posts from 2012 and 2013.) A look back at last year I’ve been putting off the 2014 post because it is difficult to write. Earlier today, I re-read the Bible verse for the 2014-2015 Mothers of Preschoolers (MOPS)…
Dear Mom, Your oldest granddaughter loves grape-flavored lip balm. I would never buy grape-flavored anything but the lip balm came in a trial beauty box subscription. The smell always makes me think of Dimetapp. I remember you making me take it whenever I had a cold, even though I hated the flavor. I remember you taking care…
I’m wrapping up National Nutrition Month with a brain food post that is several years in the making. My relationship with food and health shifted dramatically following my mother’s Alzheimer’s diagnosis. Disclaimer: I am not a medical doctor and cannot give medical advice. I am simply a health enthusiast, sharing what I have learned about…
Dear Mom, If life had gone the way I’d planned, I wouldn’t know much about Alzheimer’s disease. I would probably be organizing a party for your 60th birthday at Pappadeaux or Chuy’s instead of selling shirts and bracelets to raise funds for the Alzheimer’s Association in your memory. I would probably be naive and foolish,…
