A Trip to the Bookstore

A Trip to the Bookstore

After being the target of Mom’s hamburger as described in my last blog, I decided to drive to the nearest bookstore to see if I could research what was happening. I went into Border’s, found the isle on mental health and psychiatry and just started pulling whatever I...
Watch Out for Flying Hamburgers

Watch Out for Flying Hamburgers

After years of experience caring for a person who has Alzheimer’s disease, you can predict certain behaviors. Some characteristics of the disease start to repeat like forgetting family names, putting familiar objects in strange places or asking the same questions over...
I’m Still Clueless

I’m Still Clueless

I always knew there were some things about my parent’s lives that were none of my business, like how much money Dad made or how their money was spent. Nine years ago, I had to learn that sometimes you have to put the past behind and get a grip on what is currently...
Calls From Betty

Calls From Betty

When I was growing up, Betty and her family lived right across the street and our families were always the best of friends. We would run over to say a quick hello or borrow some sugar for making a pie. Shortly before Dad died, I got a call from Betty. She asked me if...
Something Wasn’t Right With Mom

Something Wasn’t Right With Mom

Our journey through Alzheimer’s disease began eleven years ago. Our family knew nothing about this disease. A new path for Mom was ahead of her and ahead of us. Everyone loved Mom. She was friendly, outgoing, easy to get along with, and she loved to laugh. There were...