Dealing with the mental and physical decline of my beloved mother. May 7, 2014 by ACircleInThePath. The day we have been dreading arrived unexpectedly. We recognized that mom was on the downside of that horrible dementia cycle, but it still caught us by surprise and took my breath away. His heart was breaking and so was mine. Posted in Caring for Mom.

Smile, laugh, think, love, cry and cry laughing. No Denying This, Son. I want to give you a place to go and read after reading the news on your mobile. For years I would wake up with my heart beating out of my chest with the memory of the dream burnt in my closed eyes.

Time has passed and time has been carrying on for me and the farmer. We said goodbye to Momma, each in our own way. We think about her everyday. The struggle, the good times and bad.

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Getting Rid of Certain Things Your Family May Not Want. It is hard for sure. Sometimes these are decisons that require a family member or friend to assist in the process to take the action steps and feel ok afterwards. But only regarding communicating with you. Not catching up with residual stuff left over after two massive hoarding cleanups.

Why I Wrote This Thing. December 14, 2010 36 Comments. , 41, says rather stoically of the overwhelming hoard that he inherited four months ago. What I thought it would be. For years, he and his mother remained close.

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Finding the rainbow as a caregiver. Having experienced such moments of despair, we live in fear of those days returning in one form or another. But by doing that, we may fail to recognize the beauty and the wonder that has always existed, even in our darkest days.