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read Janet Lewis, Professor Emerita, York University, Toronto"Dear Tony is a real story of love and passion - how two people must navigate together the loss of health and the inevitability of being separated by life's course. I found myself waking this morning wanting to hold my husband close to me, as Sherry's story reminds me that this is a fate we all must live as we age, in one form or another. An inspiring read."
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une rencontre musique film I want to share an inspirational post from my author friend Yvonne Heath. Even on sunshiney days we all need something to lean on. The privilege of sitting at the keyboard and sharing my Dear Tony thoughts with you is what sustains me. Keep your focus and move forward. http://www.loveyourlifetodeath.com/blogs–vlogs/finding-your-post
useful source A dear friend recently commented to me that she thinks I’m still grieving. Her sensitivity pulled me up short; and upon reflection, I have to agree. Mourning is not always for loss of a loved one through illness such as Alzheimer’s disease or death. Whomever is left behind also grieves for “what was once ours” […]
I glanced often at a holiday picture on the bedroom dresser. Our faces seemed lost in time; no regrets, plenty of good fun – all behind us. Sometimes now, when someone looked at Tony they would see that “the lights were on, but nobody was home”. Like most couples our wedding day had been celebrated […]
“Ain’t it funny how time slips away”. Humming this Willie Nelson melody today, I’m thinking of Valentine’s Day. Remembering romantic greeting cards in red envelopes, flowers, and maybe special dates may feel bittersweet. Here’s an excerpt from Chapter 3, Who Was That Masked Man… The lower storage of the china cabinet contained assorted table accessories […]
Inexplicably, the words and melody of a familiar hymn flashed. “God sees the little sparrow fall, it meets His tender view…” As caregiver’s, we see our loved ones transitioning from here to somewhere. Here’s an excerpt from Chapter 17. Visualizing those times still makes me smile. ….”Most often, when I came through the front door […]
A friend’s poetic reference to my second-floor balcony. I’m living On the Ledge. On the Ledge I reflect, remember, and take comfort from a new and different standpoint. Reminiscences float free, my daydreams bubble; I’m secure here, amid gentle sights and sounds. The caregiver’s journey long past, incidents bleary and bereavement dulls. Nowadays I look […]
“I love a tree, A brave, upstanding tree! When I am wearied in the strife, Beaten by storms and bruised by life, I look up at a tree and it refreshes me. If it can keep its head held high, And look the storms straight in the eye, Ready to stand, ready to die, Then […]
Little children familiar with Jiminy Cricket of Disney fame can usually remember the words to “When You Wish Upon a Star” – the words and melody still sing in my memory. Nursery verses of yore include “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star”…too special to forget and likely taught to our children and grandchildren. As the seasons change, […]