Memorable car of the day:
I remember when these cars were common on the road, these are 1950 Packards.
The pastor in a discussion group with old folks when someone suggested, playing a word game. Someone will say a word and the rest will come up with a hymns or song that fits. It started:
SKY ……. Heavenly Sunshine
Prayer….. In the Garden.
It went on for a few more and an old gent in the back said;
SEX… It all got quiet,,,,, And Granny Lloyd said quietly…
Go ahead smile!
Today as I read blogs. I enjoyed your thoughts and ideas. I read about family memories on Woody and Diana’s blogs. SWEET and bitter sweet memories.
I have known some very good, intelligent hard working people who were attacked by the dreaded illness, Alzheimer’s! Kenneth C whom I admired and was a hero of mine did not know me the last time I saw him. His daughter said she had walked thru his living room and he said to someone there, ‘She acts like she knows me.’
Mozelle, a SIL said when I asked her how she was doing she smiled saying, “They tell me some days I’m here and some days I am not. Right now I’m here.” She finally lost her memory completely.
Sister Shirley was cognizant until she died, but she knew she had a problem, we heard this until she passed, “I am losing my memory and it is worrying me to DEATH!”
Someone who KNEW you but doesn’t NOW, seems to have a blank look. It is hard to explain. I have to admit during my life time I have wished I had no memory i.e. When terrible memories keep you awake, etc. The wish doesn’t last long, because there are good ones you NEVER want to forget.
As I get older I am losing words and some events. Sherry will say, oh you remember that, we did this or that last week. Everyone tells me it is normal.
An old joke: “George, I think it is so sweet you are always calling your wife lover, sweetheart and darling.”
“I hope she thinks so because I can’t remember her name!”
Have you ever thought what it would be like to have NO PAST! Some ‘LOST’ people settle with going thru a routine, but others wonder and brood, because of NOT KNOWING!
So if you really need something to appreciate and be thankful for, just THINK back when you were a little cowboy or cowgirl. When you were a, princess, ballet dancer or a train engineer. REMEMBER!
What a wonderful post, Jack. My own mother had dementia and it was a horrible journey; sad and irreversible. My own husband has some cognitive impairment and some days are good ones and some are darker.
Thank you for the mention. I hope you and your sweetie (you do remember her name, right?) have a wonderful Sunday. xo Diana
I see where our sweet Diana has been here. Don't you love her crazy sense of humor. I truly want to keep my mind strong till I am gone. I know it isn't like when I was young. Here's a story of memory...Once on a trip with our travel club. One of the ladies was telling of her mother's dementia. She said she went to the nursing home and asked her mother, "What's my name?" After asking her mother that a couple more times, her mother said, "what is the matter with you, don't you know your own damn name? " Kind of sad and kind of funny. Blessings, xoxo, Susie
P.S. hug what's her name for me.
I think its a bit normal to forget some of the things that happen. Last week I was having trouble remembering what blog post I had put up :) I do feel for those who have love ones who can't remember who they are. That has to be sad all ways around!
'Precious memories' ... too funny!
Ya, there's no denying. I think we've all known and loved someone with dementia. I don't know if it's been proven to be heredity, but I'm terrified of losing my wits. More often than not anymore, I'll go to say something but can't remember the word ... or I'll call something by another name.
Good or bad, I pray my memories will sustain me. Until they don't.
I hope I never loose my memory even though I forget a lot lately. I sure hope its normal.
Granny Lloyd made me giggle.
I hope with all my heart that they find a cure for this dreaded illness someday. There can be nothing worse in this world than losing who you are. I am everyday not remembering a word or walking into a room and forgetting what I came in there for. I think for most of us that's normal and just a part of aging, and something we all go through.
So many people needing our prayers. Thank you Jack for this thoughtful and heart-breaking post.
Thank you fro your humour too.
It is truly a blessing for me to have my sweet memories. They are what get me through the tough times. Every moment makes for some precious ones and I have meany yet, but they are not as sharp as they used to be. I say we should forget the bad and remember the good !
I pray to God that my memory sharpens because it's sure been foggy lately. Mom is 92 and she has the sharpest memory of anyone I know. Us kids, all of us full grown adults, still can't think of a name and she spouts it out of thin air. I want a memory like mom's for at least a little longer. It's hard watching the aging process cross my face, tho it's inevitable, I'm told. Hug your sweet Sherry for me. I miss you two.
loven'hugs from up north where we're looking forward to a couple of warmer days in the low 30's....yippee
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