Lisa I can't think of a thing to say. It's so sad. (((hugs)))
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Lisa I can't think of a thing to say. It's so sad. (((hugs)))
I completely agree and that is/was my whole goal.
At this point in my mother's progression she's as happy as a clam. Earlier on though, it was probably just as hard on her as it was for me. She was scared, confused, paranoid and angry. Now she is fat, happy, and full of wild stories. Just last week she told me she had just given birth to a baby boy.
This week she is a semi-famous glass maker. She's animated and very talkative, repeating the same conversation over and over about every 2-3 minutes. I'm proud of being able to get her to a point where she is comfortable and worry free. She's no longer battling the voices in her head and doesn't have to worry about where she's going to get her next meal. This is probably the first time in her whole life that she can just be without care. And while her mind is regressing, at least she doesn't need to stress about the things in life she is not capable of dealing with like rent, food, cooking, people, family, driving, etc. 
My mom is 68.
Good morning, Jan
No need to be sad, Jan. I've come to terms and it's easier on me now that we've reached this point. My mom is truly happy and capable of showing real emotion for the first time in her life. That is a gift....regardless of the disease and what it has done to our family. Seeing her smile, run up to me, grab my hand with sparkling eyes and tell me about the happenings in her world makes all the sorrow go away. The woman I'm seeing now (minus the short term memory) is probably the woman my mom was always meant to be, but never could reveal. I decided to accept this gift with open arms and when she dies, this is the woman I will remember and cherish.
Just saw this on facebook...and it's an amazing ad. Feel free to share and spread if you've never seen it before. Some People Call It 'The Best Anti-Smoking Ad Ever.' After Watching, I Might Be One Of Them.
This is from last Christmas or the one before...I can't remember
No one could ever say that the two of you weren't close family Lisa,
You look like twins
Frank
Good morning REOvillians!
Breaking Bad has a marathon starting today.
DEN: are you moving because of your new little neighbor upstairs? If so, get a place with an elevator so you can be in the top apartment. Then tell your downstairs neighbors that if they hear any strange thumps to please check on you. That way if you do one of your bloody falls someone can at least check on you before you bleed out
Breaking Bad is outstanding. That and SOA were the only 2 shows i watched religiously.
The little wind-sprinter is one of the reasons. The other is constant furniture scritching and banging right above my head. I was told the owner decided to save money by no longer carpeting the dining room, which is where i have my computer desk. Also, my oldest daughter is going thru a divorce and no longer lives less than a mile away, which is why i landed here. Only thing holding me here now is laziness and sloth
A little story for everyone, but mostly for Lisa:
My Grandfather, born in 1901, was taken out of school in the third grade to help on the farm after his foster father died. He educated himself from his oldest sons school books, and read the paper everyday. A farmer by day and commercial fisherman by night, he and my Grandmother had and raised eight daughters and seven sons (yes, 15 kids) starting in 1921 right through the depression and WWII.
By the time he was in his eighties, he couldn't remember much. I was told to come see him at Aunt Louise' House as he probably didn't have much time left. I walked into the Parlor room, and Granddaddy INSTANTLY recognized me. Asked if I still had my Lincoln Mark IV (yes), was married (no), was home from the Navy (yes)...
My Aunt Louise burst into the room, excited - "Daddy, do you remember Brett ?"
I cannot relate his response, let's just say I'd never heard my Grandfather so foul. After my Aunt returned to the kitchen, he asked,
"Who was that crazy old woman ?"
"Granddaddy, that was you daughter Louise."
"I can't remember any of that..." he drifted off momentarily, then began asking about the grandsons my age. Their cars, boats, wives...
We spoke for over an hour, and his memory of my generation was crystal clear. He smiled constantly, laughed out loud several times, and enjoyed our conversation while three of his daughters, whom he could not remember, sat quietly in the next room.
It was the last time I ever saw him. To this day, everyone in his Family simply says, "He remembered the Boys."
Somehow, someway, there will be good days for our Elderly Loved Ones. And a Better Place awaits them at the end of their Journey,
My Grandfather, born in 1901, was taken out of school in the third grade to help on the farm after his foster father died. He educated himself from his oldest sons school books, and read the paper everyday. A farmer by day and commercial fisherman by night, he and my Grandmother had and raised eight daughters and seven sons (yes, 15 kids) starting in 1921 right through the depression and WWII.
By the time he was in his eighties, he couldn't remember much. I was told to come see him at Aunt Louise' House as he probably didn't have much time left. I walked into the Parlor room, and Granddaddy INSTANTLY recognized me. Asked if I still had my Lincoln Mark IV (yes), was married (no), was home from the Navy (yes)...
My Aunt Louise burst into the room, excited - "Daddy, do you remember Brett ?"
I cannot relate his response, let's just say I'd never heard my Grandfather so foul. After my Aunt returned to the kitchen, he asked,
"Who was that crazy old woman ?"
"Granddaddy, that was you daughter Louise."
"I can't remember any of that..." he drifted off momentarily, then began asking about the grandsons my age. Their cars, boats, wives...
We spoke for over an hour, and his memory of my generation was crystal clear. He smiled constantly, laughed out loud several times, and enjoyed our conversation while three of his daughters, whom he could not remember, sat quietly in the next room.
It was the last time I ever saw him. To this day, everyone in his Family simply says, "He remembered the Boys."
Somehow, someway, there will be good days for our Elderly Loved Ones. And a Better Place awaits them at the end of their Journey,
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haha i just woke up from a nap and watched it
seriously i am glad my parental teen raising experience is over. My daughter would have given me a lot more worries with that dancing smh
Wake up reoville!! This whole sub has been quiet today
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MAN! slammin tonight at the taqueria....band playing this weekend!!!! Time for a vape!
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I'm all alone in Reoville. All your Reos is MINE!! MUHAHAHAHA
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You'd not want mine. My battered old Reo has spent all day up a ladder with me counting dusty old stock for 12 hours! My legs ache, but the Reo is fine - keeps telling me it wants to go to a nightclub.
My wife and i both said 'forget it sunshine!'
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My wife and i both said 'forget it sunshine!'
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yes! Quite what you are doing at 3am messing with that nonsense.....leave it Trunker!
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Yes it is. Upload is a little low. But everything else looks good.
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