Dementia and Alzheimers is never easy for family members watch as it takes away a loved one's memories and often leaves the body still living. My husband's grandmother lived with Alzheimers. My own grandmother had dementia. I don't think loved ones are really prepared to deal with it. The challenges really bring out the best or the worst in the supporting family members. Our last dog, Amelia, who was such a sweetie, got something in her lungs and it made it impossible for her to eat. Ultimately we made the decision to euthanize her and I cried like a baby, realizing just how much I cared for her, and I didn't really appreciate it at the time. I have learned a lot from all the pets I've had. They're great teachers. for Yvonne.
Yearly tests with all the worry about passing would be daunting.
The smell of freshly baked cakes is something my nostrils can sense even behind this screen. I also did a lot of baking over the years for family. Kids are grown and I stopped doing that much baking. Over time I cut most of the sweets out of my life. Now I can't really eat them because it's not appealing anymore. It affects my palate in a way some people would feel with something very sour like sucking a lemon. I figured, with diabetes in my family's history I'm only helping to avoid it by declining sweets. So far, so good.
I've been really terrible about editing stories I wrote for a contest that had potential, but then I got bored with editing since the contest ended, and I moved on to newer things.
Those yearly tests are probably keeping folks alive. I often ask folks about when they are going to give up their keys. We are fortunate to have alternatives in this town.
I forgot about this contest. I've entered in the past.
Thanks for your comments. Yes, we do have a very pleasant time on a Wednesday morning each week. There’s something about an all female group of writers that’s different to a mixed group. We’re all very sensitive to each other’s feelings whilst not afraid to comment and suggest ways to improve our writing. We’re very lucky.
Sounds lovely! Those photos are beautiful. I love the the little cottages. What a pleasant time you ladies must have had in that venue. 1896 cottage. My house dates back to the late 1830's. I call it my money pit, though!
How beautiful the backdrop is with the local inhabitants. Kangaroos, and exotic birds!
Prompt:
"I sat with my anger long enough until she told me her real name was grief."
C.S. Lewis
Can anger really mask grief or is it just a stage of it? What do you think?
When someone is hurt, I think the first reaction is anger. I’ve seen it recently as my daughter has fallen to pieces after her relationship ended.
It was sudden. He left whilst they were seemingly happy, leaving our daughter so confused.
The first week she was full of anger. Lots of “how dare he treat me like this!” And “If he thinks I’ll have him back, he’s got another think coming.”
But then came the grief. It’s been deep, dreadful to witness. She can no longer work. She stopped eating and has lost six kilos in 12 weeks. She cries all the time.
She lives far away, but I speak to her for hours, letting her know life is still worth living. We worry she’ll not recover and I wonder if she really wants to.
I wish the anger would return.
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