Facebook post this morning.
Facebook Page post this morning.
We have been working to keep each other safe for three years and seven months.
The two pictures below are from downtown Roberta Georgia.
Dad, if he had not died with Alzheimer’s, would be 95 years old. He was a Seaman First Class in the United States Navy during World War II. He loved fishing and playing baseball with his two boys.
Giving a little bit of my jogging time to bending over and picking up trash serves two purposes. One is getting extra exercise and the other is keeping stuff picked up.
Being near someone that is losing their cognitive abilities may take some getting used to. The mental stress you may feel upon realizing the person you are caring for may not be able to do some things anymore can be hard to sort out. Realizing, as a caregiver, you possibly will not be able to do what you were planning on, ah, that can be tough.
As humans, we like things to make sense, so we can move forward. Getting a mindset, keeping it, adjusting it, seems pretty important. Some caregivers don’t rebound, but they try to.
Some caregivers pass away because of many different reasons, before the job is done.
For me, these are the best of times and the worst of times.
While visiting a ranch recently, something caught my eye. The horses were grazing, but it was very noticable that certain types of green stuff was bypassed, and there were clumps of it in many different places. None of the horses were eating the stuff.
In reading about horses, it became clear that some people say horses were built to eat almost constantly.