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New Years and birthdays are a natural time to reflect. I wish I could have changed the topic for my mind’s reflection this past birthday, but the mind often drifts to where it wants or needs to be. That topic … Continue reading
As I hugged Cindy tightly a comforting thought came to mind. All along I’ve been drawing the wrong parallels with Cindy’s eventual passing. Cindy does not have to pass away like Mom, in a nursing home with no family by … Continue reading
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As I guided Cindy from one room to another, holding both her hands and slowly backing up in front of her, I noticed her legs for the first time in quite awhile. Even during the summer she usually wears pants … Continue reading
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We were like shut ins this past weekend. On Friday we never even went downstairs due to bathroom anomalies. On Saturday I missed my 45th high school class reunion. On Sunday we missed our son Noah singing in the Litchfield … Continue reading
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Lately our daughters have expressed some heartwarming sentiments about family, community and our situation. You can read Serena’s sentiments here. You can read Charissa’s sentiments here. Our daughters remind me of two important things. One is that Cindy and I … Continue reading
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I’m far from the most charming guy to others, with one important exception. I openly speak what I think and feel, plus I make up my own mind entirely. I have problems with every party, every ideology, every interest group … Continue reading
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I was driving Charissa’s car to go grocery shopping when the image hit me. I pictured myself holding Cindy and “dancing” as she held on tightly, partly because of her lack of balance, partly because holding onto me is the … Continue reading
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I was folding and putting away clothes at the end of the day, as I often do, using the bed as my folding table. Cindy watched from under the covers as she often does. She looked a little out of … Continue reading
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I interrupted my guitar playing to escort Cindy to the bathroom. The timing was early but she had a look about her. Sure enough, she had an accident. No big deal, that happens almost daily at this point. While she … Continue reading
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We had just finished our shower, getting ready in case we went out for Mother’s Day. I swerved Cindy’s legs around to sit on the portion of the shower bench that was outside of the tub, where I dried her … Continue reading
