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Two years later, the string of change just keeps getting longer
As the list of difficult or unseemly duties lengthens, my sadness is almost dulled. I feel myself getting weary.
Pondering the meaning and mystery of who she was and who she is
What is really changing in the deterioration happening before our eyes? And what will never change? A thoughtful question led me to ponder issues beyond what I’m seeing today.
Words necessary, difficult, and becoming common: ‘I need your help’
Asking for help is humbling. But at two different times last week, I had absolutely no other choice.
Embracing anger: one strategy for protecting me from sadness
A friend has helped me think afresh about anger. I’m going to claim it, use it, unleash it against the mess we’re in.
Privilege or burden or both? How to know I’m feeling right about this
I’ve written about the privilege and the burden of caregiving. Now I’m thinking about how to experience the former more than the latter.
What’s next for us? Looking to God for the answers I need most
I’ve been wrestling with whether or when and where Evelyn should move to a care community. Will God give me the answers through the advice of my friends?
Amid today’s unprecedented criticism, I thank God for the church!
We have a wonderful support network, and I realize most of it stems from one source: the church. Despite the church’s many flaws, I thank God for the church!
All’s well that ends well enough: a record of this week’s surprises
Tuesday was a LONG day! Things are looking better on Wednesday.
Thinking about sniffles in a whole new way: It’s not ‘JUST a cold’
Even this small compromise of my energy reminds me that my good health is vital for our household to function these days.
‘Keeping Christmas,’ it happened again for us, even this year
Different to be sure, but Christmas this year didn’t go unmarked or uncelebrated. We’ll always remember how we “kept Christmas” at the end of 2023.
I’ll not call this a Christmas letter, just a greeting from the heart
We’re not sending cards this year, but maybe this heartfelt greeting will be enough to take their place.
It comes slowly, so I’ll keep at it—again and again and again
A friend wrote after reading last week’s post to say, “I’m deeply moved by your practice of gratitude.”
‘Different’ describes our days, including our Christmas this year
Different is the category for every aspect of our life right now. Christmas will simply fit the pattern.
Because? In spite of? I’m learning to be grateful in both situations
Gratitude can fall into one of two categories. Most often it fits in both.
Talking to myself in a room that feels empty. This is my story
Three quotes give me something to remember that will help lighten my caregiving load.
Saturday, Sunday, sad: Her memory is the least of her losses
A slice of our life to give a broader picture of our every day with Alzheimer’s. Memory is only the beginning of the problems.
We knew the season for sheltering fragile life wasn’t far away
Rereading a post from one year ago reminds me the cycle continues and the circle won’t end.
Perspective comes from noting the blessings. So I’ll jot a few here
I call this “My Chronicle,” sort of a diary recording the steps on our journey. And this week I feel I must mention that many of them are quite pleasant.
No matter their age, it’s a privilege to partner on the journey
Listen with me to the interactions between a young parent and her child, and see if you’re hearing the same phrases today.
Even when it comes in small doses, satisfaction is something to savor
I’ve been thinking about happiness and contentment and satisfaction. And I can report that the last goal, although not always automatic, is the easiest to achieve.