As I panically look for my van keys (forgetting what I was going to get) I begin to remember.
It’s my van. It’s in the shop (I was just calculating the cost)
I took it in yesterday (ready yesterday evening) And will be picking up tomorrow.
I remember and begin to, calm down.
Reminded of my dad’s recent hospital visit.
And hearing, for the first time, Alzheimer’s mentioned, when speaking of him.
What I’ve dreaded for years.
And I cry more.
But I’m alright.
‘Cause I’m a daddy’s girl.
And I feel, more than ever, the strength of my love for you.
I joke, If I ever lose my memory, just replay, The Andy Griffith Show…
I now wonder, what my dad would want.
I’ll ask. But, Already know what he’ll say.
“I’m OK. I don’t need a thing”
Besides Andy, I want to be with my dad, as we share, one more/last thing.
[Having had memory issues for a long time. I believe many reasons to be, Pharmaceutical, addiction, behavioral, etc]
I appreciate the difficulty in, caring for someone with memory loss.
No value can be placed on it.
I thank my sister and mother, for taking care of his needs.
And as I accept my fate, I want to do all I can, to help with the care of my dad.
I’ll be doing a fundraiser.
To help people, who care for those with Alzheimer’s (elder’s with Cancer)
[And for my son, at age 30, is experiencing memory loss too]
If you share in my interest and would like to join me, I’d appreciate your support.
Thank you. Yvette