By day 3, mom thought that she was ready to go home, her memory still had gaps, but she was tired of being in the hospital bed. She hadn’t really asked about dad, and he didn’t ask about her, but when they saw each other in the hospital that night you could see how worried they were about one another.
On Monday, July 9th 2018 - I had to help mom take my friend to his new home... Dad is now a resident at The Ambrosio Guillen Texas State Veterans Home - Mom started looking into preparations for his move back in March although I don't think that any of us believed that it was actually going to happen
In case I forget... Remind me who you are. You, and your love for me make me everything that I am.
I'm scared... I don't want to forget. I don't want to be confused. I don't want to scare you, or make you cry. I don't mean to hurt you, or make you mad. Please be patient with me. It's me... I'm your dad. I'm your husband... I gave you my all. I don't mean to forget you. Even if I don't know your name, or your face... My heart will always remember.
I'm leading the way to Alzheimer's first survivor by participating in the Alzheimer's Association Walk to End Alzheimer's®. Currently, more than 5 million Americans have Alzheimer's and that number is expected to grow to as many as 16 million by 2050. Our future is at risk unless we can find a way to change the course of this disease.
A few weeks ago My oldest son, and namesake (lil' Euri) moved to Long Beach, CA. I couldn't be more proud of the man that he has grown into. He has always had a special connection with my mom, as he's her first grandchild. I was just a couple of years older than he is now when he was born. His "Brama" always made sure that he had everything he needed
I started writing a post about how there were so many different bad, or sad things going on all around me, and I was stressed out and overwhelmed. I was going to write about why I haven't had time to write because of all of the different directions that life has taken me over the past few months. I was going to write about the lessons learned and say cliche things like...
We share memories that only we know, yet the older we get the further apart we grow. I understand we have so many things going on. Work, and kids, and plans and goals. All these things lead to different paths. Despite our differences, we have something in common... It feels almost out of reach, and I don't want to let it go. You and I don't talk about it.
Our usual phone conversation this past Sunday brought all of my emotions back up to the surface. "I try to keep a positive attitude." he says. "There's no point in feeling sorry for yourself, just trying to keep my mind active... I've been working on getting back into writing." This makes my eyes swell, and a painful knot begins to grow in the back of my throat, just like when I was a kid, and he had just caught me doing something that I wasn't supposed to...
