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During the holiday season I select a Christmas music station from Pandora and our cable provider. We listen to this music at every mealtime (Pandora) and occasionally during the day (cable). Every so often I’ll sing the lyrics of a … Continue reading
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Dottie Satherlie is a 92 year old wonder who comes to visit Cindy on Wednesday mornings. Caring for others is nothing new for her. Dottie and husband Ken founded a school here in town for special needs children. She cared … Continue reading
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Since Cindy has been diagnosed with Alzheimer’s we’ve had a Christmas movie marathon every year. The past couple years we basically watched Hallmark movies every night. This year I researched and made a list of Christmas classics to watch, since … Continue reading
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My walk was much like the last time through Barbour Woods and up Haystack Mountain. The day was unseasonably warm once again, though the fallen leaves made clear the time of year. The weekend prior, the weekend of my brother … Continue reading
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Recently I felt like I was playing with fire. For many days in a row I woke up around 4:00 am with a headache on my left side, aggravated by lying on my left, alleviated by sitting up for a … Continue reading
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The Friday after Thanksgiving was unseasonably warm here in what otherwise is known as the Icebox of Connecticut. Being on a Thanksgiving break from school, Serena could fill in for me as I took a long walk, a walk to … Continue reading
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06:38 – I awake, kiss Cindy on the cheek and whisper “I love you.” She gives a small, involuntary sigh, the human version of a cat’s purr. I love that sigh of hers. I stay in bed as Cindy continues … Continue reading
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While practicing the fourth movement for the American Discovery project tears started to well up. This was the movement I composed while we were hiking the Pacific Crest Trail, thus the most likely to cause tears. To hold them back … Continue reading
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Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop. Plop. These are not the footsteps of an Expedition Woman in her prime, or even of Cindy’s footsteps just three months ago. This awkward, heavy “plop” is the footstep of someone with advanced Alzheimer’s, as we … Continue reading
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We enter the bank to get some cookies (available on Fridays) and one of the tellers calls out “Hi, Cindy!” Next we are at the post office to get the mail; Cindy standing in the middle of the room with … Continue reading
