7 days until I leave Tybee Island, Georgia, heading west to do anything I can to help bring awareness to alzheimer’s disease. My dad, Leonard, died with alzheimer’s disease.
Heading to Amicalola Falls for part of the day to see park staff and jog and walk some.
Everything I do from here on out will be measured. My safety is first, of course, but after that, what, when and how I do things will be, to the best of my ability, what I think will help people the most.
Alzheimer’s disease is tough on everyone involved.
Awareness – I want to tell as many people as I possibly can, about the alzheimer’s situation. I want them to notice me, ask me questions, tell me things.
I want to tell caregivers something. I want to tell them that help is available.
I have a lot to say. I have learned a lot. One day I will testify before congress about alzheimer’s disease.
I want to raise money for the Alzheimer’s Association.
I want to help find a cure for alzheimer’s disease.
It’s about 18 miles from Savannah, Georgia. The population is a little over 3000 people. I have never been there.
Started off with a big breakfast with me and mom in Valdosta, Georgia. I told her goodbye and headed north.
I went by the Tifton, Georgia Alzheimers Association office, but did not catch anyone there.
Traffic was pretty tough because of construction and some rain.
Went by and visited my daughter and my two grandchildren for a little while.
Ryan and I did some miles with Charity Miles for the Alzheimers Association.
This has been a good day.
I am in Holly Springs, Georgia tonight.
He is a very dear friend to me. His mother has Alzheimers disease. She is in a home in the Atlanta area. William lived in Chicago Illinois. William walked from Chicago all the way to where his mother lives in Atlanta Georgia. He did a lot of newspaper interviews and television interviews talking about the Alzheimers Association. He attended two walks to end alzheimer’s, that I know about. He raised $10,000 for the Alzheimer’s Association. Thank you very much Bill. I applaud you and I appreciate you. I am proud to call you my friend.
What you did was hard !!
I left my mom this morning at Valdosta Georgia and heading north. I made an unplanned stop at the Alzheimer’s Association in Tifton Georgia.
I did not think there was any way I could feel more determined to do what I’m doing , than I did yesterday, but I do.
This is what I am supposed to be doing and I am doing it.
Raising awareness concerning alzheimer’s disease, telling caregivers they can get help. Working to make it to where our grandchildren do not have to worry about this.
This has been an unusual day. I was with my mom all day for almost every minute of her 86th birthday. We have had a good time. We went shopping and we had a meal at Sonny’s Bar B Que. We sat and talked and we even went on a walk. We both realize how things have changed so drastically. We never know what will happen from minute to minute but I think she assumes that one day I will be the only one left of our little family, and that worries her, for me. I accidentally overheard her on the phone and she was bragging about me.
I ran for a little bit today but not very much. I talked with my buddy Susan today and I talked with Mark.
It has been an awesome day.
I thank God for my life and for giving me choice. I want to use everything God gave me. I want to saddle up even when I’m scared. I want to affect a starfish’s life, even if thousands of them need help. I want to live to fight another day. I want to keep going, no matter how slow. I want to Just Do It.
I want to help in the fight against Alzheimer’s disease.
I remember standing on a bridge that went over the Indian River. It was at night and it was in about 1958. We had been fishing off of the bridge using dead shrimp for bait. The temperature was perfect and it was a beautiful night. It was my dad and my mom and my brother and me. Memories probably much like the ones that you have.
Now I am 64 and my brother and my dad are gone. My mom turned 86 today and in a few days I am going to go across America again on foot. Things sure do change.
It sure has been a good life and I got a whole bunch more to go.
My mom is 86 years old. She was raised on a farm. She picked cotton and they had peanuts and tobacco and corn. They had hogs. They had cows. There were ten children and her mom and dad. She helped with the war effort during World War 2. She has lost her mom and her dad and 9 brothers and sisters and two husbands and one son. She smiles and laughs and gets aggravated sometimes, but not much. What an example she has been. Last year she drove from Valdosta Georgia to Monterey California to pick me up. What’s an example I have had in front of me all these years.
Mom was a twin.